I waved, trying to give her the parking space. She didn’t take it. I saw her drive around to another one. So I took the parking place that she apparently didn’t want.
Before I got out of my car, I looked up in my rear view mirror and saw her walking behind my car. She looked right at me and mouthed the word “B****!”
Ahem! Anyone who knew me then knows that didn’t go over very well!
Let’s just say, I wasn’t led by the Spirit in that moment. Not to mention, I was about eight months pregnant and on my way to work a 3-11pm shift in the Critical Care Unit at the local hospital. My nerves were a little on edge to say the least!
I thought, she did NOT just call me that!
I waddled into that famous coffee shop to grab my fancy cup of decaf. It was loud, busy, and the line was backed up nearly to the door! My new, unfriendly friend was in line in front of me.
I tapped her on the shoulder and politely asked, “Did you really just call me a B****? I tried to give you that parking space, and you called me a B****! Seriously? Why would you do that?”
I can only imagine what this lady and everyone else–because by now the place was almost silent–must’ve thought! Something like “Great! I’ve offended a huge, hormonal, pregnant woman in scrubs, who could any minute sit on me and do permanent damage!”
She gave me some lame excuse about being a home health nurse and being stressed out. Then she begrudgingly mumbled, “I’m sorry.”
That wasn’t enough for me. I was so mad I couldn’t leave it. I proceeded to tell her that I was a nurse and that I had worked in home health, and that was no excuse for speaking to someone so rudely!
She got her coffee and got out as fast as possible!
What happened next was a little crazy. The people working there actually thanked me. They said she was a bully who came in every day demanding, belittling, and being completely rude to the workers. They said, “We’re so happy somebody finally stood up to her!”
Did I mention my friend, the one I was meeting there for coffee before work, laughed so hard she couldn’t pull it together? She still reminds me of this story often for a good laugh!
All of this to say, this irritating woman caused ME to come unglued! Lysa TerKeurst, in her newest book Unglued, honestly shares some of her unhappy, “unglued” moments. We’ve all experienced them, haven’t we? That person or situation that just rubs us the wrong way?
I’m giving away Lysa’s book this week. It’s my 3rd and final Thanksgiving GIVEAWAY! In her book, Lysa gives us practical steps to resolve conflict and communicate in way that’s pleasing to God. We could all use that advice, couldn’t we?
GET SIGNED UP TODAY TO WIN! Sign up till 12 noon EST tomorrow (Wednesday)! Either leave a comment, or Subscribe to this blog! And HELP me GET THE WORD OUT! I’ll announce the winner on Thursday’s post! Thank you!!
DO YOU have a story about coming unglued? Would love to hear it!
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