The weather was beautiful these past days – warmth, sun, and more time outdoors to catch a few rays and smell the freshness of springtime. I like the coolish mornings that slowly warm up to a cozy heat by noontime.
Earlier today, I was thinking about being at the pool. As of this writing, the neighborhood beach pool is still under reconstruction. You see, it was sinking, and the entire pool had to be completely rebuilt. Nonetheless, my thoughts went to last summer when I was at the neighborhood pool last week with Best Friend. We happened upon two neighbors who began talking to Best Friend. Eventually, I was able to contribute to the conversation, and that’s a story for another day.
Well, Mr. Neighbor constantly called me by a different name during this conversation. And I constantly corrected him. But either he didn’t care, or he didn’t understand what my name is.
Mrs. Neighbor overheard this, and she also attempted to correct him, but in a way that subtly made fun of my name. So, she was a bit cutting, too.
I gave up on them and swam away. I don’t know whatever I did or said to them. In fact, I didn’t meet them until that day, and this whole episode with him purposely calling me by another name and she getting mocking flabbergasts me. Their actions pretty much tells me what their demeanor is anyway.
Who needs to be around ghastly people like them? I certainly don’t.
It is the height of disrespectfulness for someone to call another by a name that isn’t theirs and especially when corrected.
That is the state of this neighborhood and unfortunately, the world at large. Little disrespect for neighbors and acquaintances is the new sport.
It makes me sick.
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Excerpt from my upcoming book, “Diary from The Ridge,” ©2023