Really? That’s what you thought was appropriate?
It never ceases to amaze me what comes out of people’s mouths. And luckily, I have a blog to share all the “Did they REALLY just say that?” horror.
I was at a gathering of strangers with a common goal this weekend (okay, it was a WeightWatchers meeting) and the Leader was asking people how they did over the week, was their eating under control, etc. Normal stuff. And this one weird, fidgety guy next to me raises his hand and says that he ate and drank a lot this weekend. More than normal. “Why?” He goes on to explain that his friend died. One of two people that died as a result of Hurricane Irene. He was rafting. And he was very upset. His daughter (wife?) pipes up that he never drinks.
So, that was awkward. We are strangers. He’s obviously in need of comfort, but I don’t know him from a hole in the wall. I make a murmuring “so sorry.” And then some guy in the front row (whose wife earlier grilled someone about what she was doing in a McDonald’s) asks what the dead guy’s name was.What? Why?
The guy responds with his name.
Then Mr. Sensitive in the front row responds “Oh! Yeah. They found his body this morning.”
Well, gee sir. Thanks for proving how up on local news you are. Congrats.
Douchebag. Like, on what planet is that something you think a guy’s friend would want to hear on a Sunday morning at his weight loss support group?
I’ve had my own share of “wtf?” moments lately. I know that when you decide to get married and have a wedding, everyone has an opinion or a piece of advice to offer. I was prepared for that. What I wasn’t prepared for was for a large majority of people, immediately upon hearing I am getting married, ask me (verbatim) “Well, now that your dad is dead, who is walking you down the aisle?”
It’s like a knife in the heart, every time. Now first off – I never intended to have my dad walk me down the aisle. I always saw this as a solo trip. But I am very, very keenly aware that my dad isn’t here to share this day with me. And that I’ll never get to have the option to offer him that honor. Or have a dad-daughter dance. Or any of those things. And the fact that people bring it up as soon as I share my happy news? Kills me.