Can’t Believe He Said That
Yesterday I was at Trader Joe’s in front of the refrigerated case minding my own business.
I was preoccupied with selecting some lettuce and sugar snap peas when all of a sudden…
An older man, probably in his late 60′s/early 70′s slammed into me and rolled over my foot with his cart.
He literally just pushed his cart right into me. Almost like I was invisible.
My pinky toe immediately started
gushing bleeding and I was in major pain. That slam your fingers in the car door kind of pain that you wouldn’t wish on anyone. The kind of pain that makes you want to scream four letter obscenities at the top of your lungs and if you weren’t in a public place, you would.
A store employee brought me some paper towels to soak up the blood and asked me if I was okay, and so did the man who ran into me.
I said, “No sir, actually I am not okay. You just slammed your cart into me, and ran over my foot with your cart, and I’m bleeding and in pain.”
His reply, “Well if you were wearing proper footwear it wouldn’t have happened.”
Are you kidding me?
I’m pretty sure if I had been wearing steel-toed workboots, he still would have slammed into me. I just may not have felt it as much, though.
However, I was wearing flipflops. Yes, it’s southern California, it’s 75F and sunny, and most everyone wears flip flops or open-toed shoes year-round here.
So not only did I want to scream four letter obscenities because of the pain, I wanted to throttle this man because of what he said after he hurt me. Like it’s somehow the innocent bystander’s fault they got hurt.
I walked away from him before any throttling ensued. He never apologized and was muttering things under his breath as I hobbled off.
My left pinky toe is about 3 times the size of the right, the toenail is gone, the skin is all mangled and missing, it’s throbbing, and it hurts to wear closed-toed shoes, ensuring I will be wearing open-toed shoes, i.e. flipflops, for a long time to come. Oh, the irony is not lost.
I’ll spare you any photos.
After that fun-filled adventure, I came home and did what anyone would do.
I ate chocolate cookie dough
And made an extra sweet homemade Pumpkin Spice Latte
And I was almost tempted to make a Baileys Slushie. <– That may have taken the edge. Both my toe and my mood!
1. Have you ever been slammed into, ran into, ran over, or otherwise injured as an innocent bystander?
Obviously, in the great scheme of life, this is not a big deal.
I am more outraged by the “proper footwear” comment and the lack of apology than the actual injury. My toenail will grown back, the skin will heal, the swelling will go down. The human body repairs itself over time.
Plus, I grew up playing competitive sports, so yes, injuries happen. However, injuries in that context are more “expected”.
Other innocent bystander moments include being plowed into by a 300 pound man when I was 10 years old on the ski slopes. He sent me snowballing down the mountain straight into a tree and I ended up with a concussion and in the hospital.
And sure, there have been countless other, human “fender benders” where someone pushes their cart into me, or steps on me in a 5k race at the starting gate area. But normally they are a bit apologetic.
I’ve been in automobile fender benders, I’ve been rear-ended, but nothing horrific. Thank God. Knocking on wood right now.
2. What’s the last “I can’t believe he/she said that” thing that someone has said to you?
The man’s statement struck me as so incredibly off-base.
It made me think of the age old, ‘well she was wearing a short skirt and showing lots of skin so she deserved it’.
On the bright side, it made me realize that my yoga practice off the mat was in full force.
Exercising both physical and verbal restraint even though I wanted to throttle this man.
And giving people the benefit of the doubt and remembering that it was an accident. <—hopefully
Breathe in, breathe out.
On that note, glad you are getting your entries in for the Hoodie & Leggings Giveaway. Perfect for yoga.
Another I can’t believe she said that thing that I’ll never forget was when I was 8 months pregnant with Skylar and in a bikini on the beach in Aruba and a woman said, “Oh, I didn’t know you were pregnant. I thought you were just chunky with a beer belly.” <—Pregnant and hormonal, I wanted to beat her up or call her really nasty names, but I just walked away. I will never forget that woman as long as I live!
Can’t wait to hear some of your I Can’t Believe It’s…