Well, my friends who know me know that there is one type of remark that will REALLY set me off, and it’s that. I laid into him, not sure exactly what I said but it was probably very long winded and consisted of many words like “slimeball,” “sleazy frat boy,” and “just WHO do you think you are?” My guy friend watched haplessly (chivalry is not dead, ladies!) as I lit into him. He looked thoroughly scared at this point but when I told my friend to say her goodbyes, he started kissing her in front of me.
I had sworn off hearing guys – they were initially ok, initially made a bit of an effort, learning some signs etc. But they eventually lost interest citing communication difficulties, leaving me feel a bit disappointed. So I’d had enough. I met him through a friend from school. I had arranged to go for a walk in the Lake District with her and her boyfriend, both of whom are fluent in BSL. I wasn’t third wheeling – I knew a few others would be there, including this guy who kept trying to talk to me.
Accidently on purpose, I listened in on a call to catch someone in a lie. When enough was said to hang herself, I broke in and confronted the woman with the truth. She hemmed and hawed, stuttered and stammered, but finally had to admit her guilt. I hung up the receiver with the satisfaction of vindication, as truth prevailed. I tried to set aside Friday afternoons to relax and calm down for the pleasure of chauffeuring (totally free of charge) one of my many mothers by choice, who could no longer drive. Our routine that lasted for a number of years caused us to have the best attendance record at religious services, even better than the leader.
I spent over 2 hours on a Thursday counseling a couple with major debt problems. I asked them to go home, think over what we discussed and call me if they wanted to proceed with preparing their bankruptcy petition. They demanded to have the wife return Friday afternoon because they had “important business” Saturday and Sunday that I offered routinely so they did not need to miss work. After more than 2 hours, all free of charge on Friday, re-explaining all that we had discussed the day before, I finally understood what was going on.
I asked her if she trusted a single word I had spoken. She answered NO not really. Then I asked why would she hire me. She answered because of the work we had already done (still at the point totally free of charge). I said the few hours of work so far was nothing compared to the 5 or 6 years of work that would be required to complete her case and obtain her discharge. That is when I returned her papers to her folder and handed it to her, refusing to handle her case. She asked who could she complain about my refusal.
Then she turned away and threw up on the ground. I looked at him and said, “You still want to take her home?” He shrugged his shoulders and said, “I mean…” I don’t remember what I did next. I probably blacked out in a rage. I have always been protective of my friends and this made me see spots. Next thing I know my guy friend is dragging us both away. She threw up all the way home and thanked me before bed for making her leave.