I avoid riding the quiet car in the morning after being admonished by a self appointed “Quiet Cop” some months ago. I half realized that I boarded the quiet car and as luck would have it, I’m sitting next to him this morning. Something appeared familiar during the 2 seconds it took for me to decide where to sit. And then I said, “Good morning” to which his back arched in all the pain and anger that those two words illicit.
Then I remembered his public scolding a few months ago. My new staff member called early and I knew it wasn’t good because she was traveling. I ducked down and whispered to her between my legs as if I were going to vomit. Our call lasted less than a minute. No sooner did I come up for air then the Quiet Car Cop went to town on me.
Looking back on it, my offense was so great I should have been tarred and feather on the spot.
This morning when I recognized him, his severe posture, and his convenient inability to hear my morning greeting I began to empathize with this tortured soul because I know how awful any type of greeting can be:
Nice to see you!
Catch you later!
For the love if God, Craven stop writing! Reading those pleasantries through his eyes, I realize that in an angry person’s mind “good” is an evil word.
Sitting next to grumpy pants/ quiet car cop is a good reminder to:
Remember that humans who use their words to communicate on occasion will use them even in quiet cars.
Instead of judging grumpy pants, I’ll say a prayer that his underpants untwist.
Taking oneself too seriously can lead to a painful death.
Cheers to a lovely Tuesday.