Hiya,
Hope all is well.
This morning I accompanied the hubster to a doctor’s appointment. While we were in the waiting area one of the physicians in the office next door got into it with his receptionist/ office manager. We had ringside seats due to a conveniently open door. The receptionist told the doc that he was totally unprofessional, that the earliest she could be at work was 9:15 which by the way was killing her, so could he just cut her a effing break.
All the patients were trying very hard to pretend they didn’t hear it. Well, except us – we couldn’t stop laughing.
That’s the point when they closed the door to continue their discussion.
Our doctor called us into his office after that, and she was at her desk when we left, so I guess he cut her that break.
The appointment went well, and after dropping the spouse off at home for his afternoon siesta. I decided to go settle a score at a local eatery.
On Sunday I decided to try a new place for brunch. It was pouring outside, and I entered the place dripping wet, and looking forward to a good meal. A bus boy approached me menu in hand.
There was a seat available at the bar, and when I’m alone I like to sit there. Why deny a couple? Know what I mean?
I’ll take that available seat at the bar please.
No, you don’t have to sit at the bar. I have a booth available, as long you can fit in it. Do you think you’ll fit.
Yes, you did read that right.
I turned and headed for the door, even though I so wanted to start swinging my bag at his head while yelling at the top of my lungs.
I’m telling you in these days of mobile phone video cameras it would have gone viral.
But I decided to take the high road and head for the door pronto. I would return when I was calm.
A waitress saw the expression on my face, and asked what happened. I gave her the ten second version, and she immediately started yelling for a manager.
Wait please let me do something.
Thank you but I just want to leave.
When I arrived at the restaurant the manager knew who I was as soon as I said Sunday incident.
Seems that waitress made a much needed big deal on my part. And the manager was glad to stand there and listen quietly as I told him exactly how I felt for ten solid minutes.
Okay, time to work on tomorrow’s to do list.
Here’s some random rosebuds and balloons my camera phone found.
Much bloglove to all.
Wow. WTF? Would you fit? Are you kidding me? Weight is the last legal discrimination. I am so sorry you had to deal with that.
I love how you continue to explore your city and surroundings. But, I guess it was bound to happen you’d encounter an asshat.
Holy shit balls!!! What a major ass-hat!!! I respect your decision to leave, but I know how much you wanted kick his ignorant ass!
What a jackass!!!!! I wonder if that busboy still has a job.
I don’t know why I continue to be amazed at the stupid crap that comes out of people’s mouths . . . but that one actually dropped my jaw. When heavier, I was the recipient of similar looks and remarks. Now that I am smaller than the average American woman — according to Tim Gunn (my hero), the average Am. woman is a size 16 & I am currently a size 12 — I pay keen attention to how differently I am treated by some folks. It is a real eye-opening experience. The jealousy, snide remarks, etc. do not go unnoticed.
All I can tell you is this: You are fabulous at any age, any size. And you know that. So as long as you do, he is the loser.
Bravo to you for returning and addressing the situation. I hope that because of your actions, he learned a valuable lesson and will behave appropriately in the future. You might have changed his life for the better and prevented a less confident, secure, and empowered person from being the brunt of his abuse!
Rock on, sister! Love from California where the weather suddenly turned cold again, but hope is alive for a sunny, warm weekend by the pool!
Wow! I just…wow. I have a lot of thoughts on this.
First, I’ve been to restaurants where the staff was completely oblivious to the limitations of their seating. It’s humiliating to be taken to a booth, try to squeeze in, and ask shamefacedly for a table or other accommodation. Usually, it isn’t my butt that’s the problem. It’s my extraordinarily large chest.
So, on the one hand, I can (slightly) appreciate that he asked. However, his delivery was rude and tactless – ESPECIALLY after you’d already indicated your seating preference. Ideally, good staff will ask if a table, booth, or bar stool is preferred and let the customer take the lead. There was certainly no need to make such pointed reference to your size whatsoever.
Good for you for making a stink. People will not stop discriminating against overweight people unless we’re willing to stand up for ourselves and give ‘em hell.
xo
Thanks everyone who commented here, on Facebook and via e-mail. it was really hard to take the high road on this one, because I want to start swinging my bag at his head sooo badly. Hugs all around. I love you all.
OH my golly! You had me laughing audibly! The “sunday incident”! classic! You should be eating there free for a good month i would think! Fuck that loser. I bet he got highly reprimanded or possibly fired. So long as he learn NEVER to say that to ANYONE EVER!!!