A voice was heard behind me, and when it spoke, it wasn’t what I was expecting.
“We don’t like you. You should leave now and not come back.”
I turned to see whom it was that was speaking and were they speaking to me?
There was a woman there, I didn’t think I knew her and I was sure she was speaking to someone else.
“It’s you,” she said, “ you are the bane of my existence. Everything about repeals me. I think you should be dead. You are to me already, and I think if you did die I wouldn’t miss you, I’d celebrate.”
She spoke with such precise deliberateness. I had to ask why?
“You are smelly, prickly, socially inept, spineless and a burden to society. You engender distrust wherever you go, and you are beyond being a loser.”
“But you don’t know me,” I retorted.
“Yes, I do. I attended your recent lecture on social mores. It was disgusting. Did you even research the topic? Did you not know your audience? It was a waste of time and money, and I’ve asked for my money back.”
The woman left me feeling flabbergasted. What do you say when spoken to that way by a relative stranger? I found her unsavoury and unpleasant. The less I had to do with her the better.
I spoke to her as polite as I could.
“You are entitled to your opinion. I’m sorry if I disappointed you. I would suggest the next time I am asked to speak, you stay home and wallow in your own tub of misery. Have a good day.”