Dennis’ Happiness Hour today was on one of my very favorite topics: I’ll admit it, I’m a recovering Offendee, and that is in spite of my honest-to-goodness feeling that I’m not terribly sensitive.
In an effort to check my recovery, I will tell you what happened the other evening and then ask you to vote on where you think I belong on the Offend-o-Meter. A high rating means Dennis would say I went overboard in being offended in this situation and a low rating means I handled the situation well, non-offensively speaking. If you think “offended” doesn’t fit this scenario, you can say that, too.
I entered the auditorium at a local college and looked for a good seat from where I could reasonably see all the performers on the stage; I didn’t want to sit behind a pole or since I’m short, behind a tall person. I’m trying to curb my bad habit of taking an aisle seat, even when the row is empty, so I selected a middle section row and a seat that was two-or-three from the aisle and next to another couple.
I reached to pull the seat bottom down and heard a voice, “You have the whole auditorium to pick from and you choose here.” I looked around and a woman in the seat directly behind mine was looking at me.
I said, “Did you say what I think you said”?
She said, “Yes.”
“Did you really mean that”?
She said, “YES.”
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Now, please take the “What should Dianne do next?” poll on the right-hand column. Thanks!
Then you can go to my blog to see what really happened and then you can tell me what you think.
If you have had a similar experience to relate and are looking for judgment from your Prager Peers, go for it!
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Do you have "big hair?"
ReplyDeleteNo big hair. Oversized ego perhaps. My son keeps reminding me that Wayne Dyer says, "There are no justified resentments," but I tend to forget that in the heat of battle.
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