Momentarily stunned and focusing too hard on the words written on the paper, she swallowed her pain, suffering silently, putting the paper to one side, before announcing she had never liked the singer’s music, so it really was of no interest to her, the song title, code for his dreadful attempt at…..humour.
He continued with his task and without looking at her said, ‘throw it out,’ she said yes I will.
She screwed up the piece of paper and dropped it to one side. She was now expected to concentrate on her daily tasks after being so blatantly insulted (as if it was the natural course of Life for him to hurl insults her way) and for her to well, just ….suck….it.
She paused in her thinking and momentarily froze, before standing up and furiously hurling the screwed up piece of paper his way declaring, ‘you are an a…hole, you be nice to me.’
It bounced off his head and rolled her way. She bent down, picked it up and this time she used the full force of an overarm swing, to hurl the ball of paper his way again. The target sailed through the air landing on his head, bouncing lightly off his hair onto the floor.
She sat down and with a weight lifted from her upper torso announced, ‘Great, I feel so much better now.’
He seemed taken aback and asked, ‘Aren’t I always nice to you?’ Grudgingly, she said, ‘yes, I suppose.’
She regained something of herself and vowed to fight this flagrant disregard for any sense of normalcy? She could not think of another term to define the inadequacies of this person, generously paid to manage and lead, yet lacking basic everyday skills when dealing with people. She felt inclined to screw up pieces of paper all day and use his head as target practice.
Instead, however, she smiled sweetly and said, ‘Rob, I’m going for coffee, would you like me to get you one?’