Sometimes I fear I present myself as being rather angelic in this blog. So I feel compelled to record dissenting opinions. I just had a run-in with two old ladies in a supermarket and I fear I was rather tart with them.
I was carrying my basket along an aisle and I bumped it against the trolley of one of the old ladies. (It wasn't a supermarket trolley, but rather the kind of upright-standing trolley with the handle at the top, and a leather or fabric covering around the case.) Reader, I didn't even notice I'd hit off her trolley-- or, if I did, it didn't register on my consciousness. It was a glancing blow at best, a tap.
Lady (very crabbily): "Don't hit off my trolley!"
Me (cheerfully): "OK!"
Should I have said sorry? Maybe.
A few moments later, I passed the old lady again and now she was complaining to a confederate, another old lady, about me.
"He didn't even apologize!".
I can't remember what I replied, but it was still not an apology and I used the address "ma'am", rather smarmily. I don't think it was unpleasant, though.
The first lady scooted off and her confederate scowled at me and said: "It's nice to be nice".
I said: "It is nice to be nice, but...this is so trivial!"
Lady: "It's not trivial!". And she scooted off, too.
So, there you go, reader. Never say this blog isn't warts and all. Was my reluctance to apologize because of a stiff-necked pride, or because of an aversion to that kind of peevish pettiness? Let the Almighty decide.
Update: Later on in the day, I was getting on a bus and there was an old lady getting off who was pushing pretty much the same kind of trolley that had featured in 'Trolleygate' earlier. Sometimes I let my shyness hold me back, but-- remembering today's encounter-- I pushed myself forward and helped her down with it. "Thank you very much, sir", she said. "God bless you!"
So my score today is: 2 Old Ladies Annoyed, 1 Old Lady Thankful.