Then Along Came The Finger…
November 18, 2009 11 Comments
And then there are those who are the rest of the world that, without even trying, antagonize the shit out of the haters. Like I said… it happens often even without trying. Perhaps it’s the curse of the Sagittarius, I don’t know.
So this morning…
Got on the bus (because who the hell can afford a car, house/apt AND food in Vancouver???) to work.
I gots my tunes on, minding my own business, enjoying the mindlessness that is taking public transit to reach your destination… and much like the rest of the passengers, not giving a rats ass about the others.
I’m sporting some VANOC Olympic wear (a really nice oversized navy blue & white stripped fleece with CANADA across my chest and an itty bitty VANOC logo above it on the left breast) and my 2010 Olympic bag (with the logo so subtle and inconspicuous that you’d have to be looking pretty HARD to make it out).
Really – I WAS minding my own business – not even making eye contact with anyone on the bus. I SWEAR!
So on comes this tall lanky unshaven guy, with a long beige overcoat. Hair all messed up looking pretty much as miserable as the rest of us felt on this chilly, rainy, windy Wednesday in Vancouver.
And he chooses to sit across from me on the bus.
Again… I got my tunes on… headphones that pretty much muffle out all other sound. I did a quick once over and went back to staring into space.
But you know that sensation you get when someone is just glaring at you… where eyes are just burning a hole into you… and you KNOW it’s not a happy, sexy, you-so-hot stare?
Yeah. You know the kind.
Well I was feeling that. Burning right thru my left breast area and into my nice bag.
So I decide to stare back at him… to see what this guy’s problem was. With me in particular.
He stood up.
Damn. Did he have to do that???
And not that I’m afraid of confrontation (’cause I can stand my own), but I wasn’t too keen on the fact that he pretty much towering over me with the devil in his eyes. I’d had hoped he was just a miserable sonofabeeech but … apparently not.
So I moved my headphones away so I could hear… as he was mouthing something in my direction.
“You work for Oh-limp-ick” he said as he walked passed me towards the bus doors, in a rather unique accent. I still can’t quite place it. Not quite European… I became ever so preoccupied figuring out what part of the world did he just immigrate from… so
I just nodded and smiled. Kill ’em with kindness as I do, afterall, represent “The Brand” and because I sorta knew what was coming next. The writing was on the wall afterall. I could tell he wasn’t about to be asking for my autograph. Nope. He wasn’t.
The bus stops.
He turns to me… and within inches of my face…
Gives me the finger.
Full frontal FINGER.
My smile went to a full-blown ear-to-ear grin under 3.4 seconds… barely able to contain the laughter that was bubbling inside of me.
I watched him bang on the door, angrily trying to get them opened… mumbling something I never made out.
Still grinning. His hatred and anger amused all my senses.
Finally he got off… spurted out “FAAAAAH-k” and stomped off in whatever direction he was going. I put my headphones back on, bobbing my head to the beat… still smiling, while those who saw the altercation… sat in shock and one lady in utter horror.
I couldn’t help but smile.
It was funny!
I totally and seriously – got hated on.
It had been a really long time that I was in a full blown-out, in-your-face… hate-on.
3 months away from my last day as a VANOC employee… and I got to have a fully rounded Olympic Organizer experience. My time here was not ill-spent afterall.
That felt good.