One of my pet peeves is encountering people with this "know-it-all" attitude. You can tell who they are when they give you this top-to-toe inspection and whatever they see leaves a prune-like expression on their superior faces. And, to make sure you are aware that you know you are meeting Royalty, there is a supercilious sneer that oozes from the meaningless words that passes from their lips.
My Mama always told her children that a person can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar and that's the weapon I use to deal with people like Sadie. I suppose Sadie's age could be used as an excuse for her behaviour, but I've met too many elderly seniors, who are naturally gracious and kind--many older than Sadie's 86.
I suppose I should be grateful for meeting someone like Sadie as she's given me some great ideas for vile, unsavoury characters. In my stories, Sadie has ranged from a knife-slashing maniac, a psychopathic baker, a sadistic granny and an Uzi-toting senior. I love it when I occasionally meet up with Sadie and let my imagination roam wildly. Last Monday was my latest Sadie encounter.
"Hi Sadie, how are you?" (OMG,you're perfect for my bank heist granny. . .)
"I could be better and if I drop dead this minute, no one would care--so why bother asking?"
"I was being polite." (Boy-o-boy, when they made you, it was a good thing they threw away the mould. . .)
"I see you're still shopping at thrift stores."
"Actually, I got this 'Anne Klein' outfit at Value Village--great stuff at bargain prices."
"I can see that, dear. You do know you pay for what you get, don't you?"
"I'm happy with my purchase." (and besides, you're probably jealous you can't find a size to fit you even though the colour would make you look fabulous. . .)
"Well, you may have time to lollygaggle , but I have a list of things to do."
"Me too, Sadie. You have a nice day, now!" (Oops, maybe I shouldn't have been so enthused in saying 'goodbye').
"Humph, I can see you're eager to be on your way. Your generation seems lacking in manners but what do you expect? When you were a child, there wasn't anyone around to teach you the niceties. . .Have a nice day, indeed!"
My theory is that in every lifetime, we all encounter a "Sadie." Sadies are put on this earth to test our patience. Sadies make us practice our compassion on a human who is not perfect by any means. Sadies tend to be blunt in speech--no diplomacy or sugar-coating to their harsh words. In my past profession, dealing with difficult people was a challenge when faced with Sadies because their thinking is both logical and illogical. Just when you think you have a grasp on their thinking, they tend to twist the logic into an illogical argument. With Sadies, there are no hopes of winning any discussion or disagreement--in their minds, Sadies are always right and you are wrong.
Why am I writing this? Because I have encountered another Sadie in less than a week. We "clashed" over the 'Golden Kiwis and the Okanagan cherries at the Market. It was a momentous occasion. Sadie's insults never hit its mark--I discovered I can be blunt, too. And when a Sadie meets a pseudo-Sadie, the insults tend to fizzle.
OMG, I hope that doesn't mean I'm turning into a Sadie in my senior years! Oh wait, I'm not that senior yet. . .Whew!