Sometimes I wonder if people realize how their actions and words actually come across to others. Sure you can have a rough day but do you really need to yell at the barista because they’re out of soy milk? It is probably unnecessary to make everyone else as miserable as possible because the coffee shop ran out of blueberry muffins and it really tickled your fancy to have one. We all have bad days and we are allowed to complain, just don’t be the human equivalent of a trash can.
This morning I witnessed a rather, shall we say interesting encounter. Here I was minding my own business, enjoying a hot cup of joe while getting some reading done, when a woman across from me started clucking. I’ll say it again because I couldn’t believe what I was hearing: she was clucking. I looked up thinking she addressed it to me, even though I don’t know why anyone would deserve such attention. Her object of frustration was sitting across the little isle of the train. A young woman with an absent look on her face, filing her nails. I stared for a couple of seconds trying to decipher what the issue was, but averted my gaze when I realized that staring myself wouldn’t help the situation.
My book grabbed my attention once more, until seconds later the clucking began again. This time I knew to ignore it, when it happened a third time the young woman looked up and made eye contact with the insistent clucker.
“Can I help you?” she asked. It was polite enough, yet an edge was to be detected that clearly stated ‘it’s too early for this’.
“Well,” the clucker replied with an audible sigh as if exasperated that her point of discomfort wasn’t obvious. “I don’t think that is an appropriate thing to do on the train.”
My eyes remained firmly on my book but I realized that I’d have to reread this section later. I couldn’t remember a word I had read.
“It doesn’t really matter to me what you find appropriate behavior.” the younger one snapped, clearly already losing her patience. But if I had hoped for a rational response from a persistent hen, I didn’t get what I wanted.
“Next time you could also brush your teeth on the train, since you don’t care.”
The absurdity of that statement made me look up. Really? That’s your best argument? Sometimes I cry for the ineptitude of a wordless population. The young woman stared for a moment, she might even have the same thought process as I had. Sadly she was not much better with her come back.
“Maybe I will.”
So many choices and the infantile ‘maybe I will’ was chosen as the best option. I was kind of disappointed, up to this point I was rooting for her.
With one more cluck the offended turned away with a scoff and looked as if she might burst, while the young woman turned back to filing her nails. For the rest of the journey they kept throwing metaphorical daggers at each other, with me awkwardly sitting in the crossfire.
I was glad to be able to exit the train soon after. Although I kept wondering did they find some sort of common ground? Did they throw more quips at each other, this time a bit more creative?
My questions would never be answered, but one thing I learned that day.
Well maybe two.
The first: Public grooming is frowned upon.
The second: Try to find a better response to shut down an attacker than ‘Maybe I will’.