Yesterday I was in Washington, DC for a meeting at ASAE’s office.
- It’s an easy Metro hop to the airport.
- Yesterday, not so much.
I had my brick-filled suitcase and briefcase with me.
- The escalator was broken.
- Wasn’t sure I could carry all down the steps.
- Without landing on my head.
Saw the Metro worker in the information booth.
- Decided to ask where I could find an elevator.
- Found the space designated for people asking questions.
- And waited.
The Metro worker was talking to her boyfriend.
- Tried to ignore me.
- As she cooed and blew kisses.
- I decided to see how long it would take her to respond to me.
Three minutes later she acknowledged me.
- Announced loudly, “a stupid tourist” was bothering her.
- Made a face at me.
- Put boyfriend on hold.
I asked where I could find an elevator.
- “Not at this stop!” she growled as she slammed the door shut.
- Turned back to her phone.
- And waved me a way.
- Oh to be so in love.
- To feel justified in being rude to others.
- Who dared to ask you to do your job.
I lugged my bricks down those stairs and luckily did not fall.
Makes me think of chapter leaders – does love for your chapter (as it is) ever get in the way of making new ideas feel welcomed?