My "What Would You Do?" Moment

Have you ever seen the TV show “What Would You Do?” If not it’s amazing and you NEED to watch it! It’s compiled with a bunch of random scenarios to see how people react to a stressful, unfair, unjust, scene. It’s wonderful it reassures my faith in humanity when people stand up and help complete strangers. Every time I watch it I pray that I have the courage to do the right thing if a scenario like that comes up. I was bullied in high school and graduation night I vowed I would never take any crap from anybody ever again. I do not like to fight, but damn do I have a mouth on me. I’ll put you right in your place and make you feel like such an idiot for doing what you’ve done without raising my voice.          

Well I would be lying if I said I do not look out for off the wall scenarios. I am no vigilante, but I do keep my ears open and am well aware of my surrounding, just in case someone needs some help. I think its kind to be kind to another person.

So today I went to Wawa to grab some lunch. My regular ladies were there behind the counter. As I placed my order the lady next to me was rudely giving all these demands to my ladies. Like come on the compute you order from asks if you want extra of anything or how you would like it prepared. It’s not hard, in fact my fat ass can do it with my eyes shut…because I am afraid of change and only order one type of sandwich when I go there.

We this lady is snapping her un-manicured fingers, and rapping on the glass barrier while saying “Don’t get cheap with my lettuce.” “Excuse me did you hear me? I want a bigger role then what you have in your hand” In my head I’m like “Bitch please you ordered a shorty that’s the size you get.” I rolled my eyes and walked away to pay.

After paying I walked back over to the deli to pick up my order and I notice that all eyes are on this woman with jaws agape in awe. I mind my own business until I here “Eww oh my God eww!” That screech sent a jolting pain right through my temporal lobe. The deli lady, Kathy asked what was wrong. Here is what followed: (C=Crazy Lady, K= Kathy)

C: “Those onions is all cut up, I like mine still cut in rings.”  

K: “I’m sorry but this is how the onions come.”

C: “Oh hell to da no! You better stuff my hoagie wit dem den.”

K: (putting more onions on and about to sprinkle pepper on top) “Ok, no problem. Is this good or do you want more?” (Said calmly)

C: “Girl I knows you ain’t making fun of me. No take that cap off da peppa and sprankle a lot on there.”

K: “No…

C: “Ima picky bitch, I knows what I want and I’ll get what I want. You dig?”

K: …I wasn’t making fun of you.”

C: “Yeah well now that your done I don’t want the oil on top so take dat shit off and put it on the roll!”

Now I am fuming! Kathy is my girl, well actually Kathy is one of my girls’ mothers and she’s the sweetest person you’ll ever meet. Actually everyone in my Wawa is pretty damn nice and no one deserves to be treated like that. America is the only country who does not respect the people who wait on us hand and foot, and I think it sucks! Without hesitation I said: “Excuse me, I AM a picky bitch too, but there is no reason to be this loud and talk to a stranger that way.” She looked at me like who the f is this mother?

I hear the other deli lady calling out my number. I zone back in and walked over and grabbed my sandwich.  Kathy said thank you and why I responded with your welcome the crazy bitch has the nerve to say: “Can you believe some people?” Oh shit, here we go I was about to take out the bobby pins and throw down with this woman. But rising about I calmly said: “Ma’am (she clearly was not of age to be called Ma’am.) I’m sorry, but these ladies are my friends, and I think you are being obnoxiously rude to them and the whole store doesn’t need to know (making air quotes) you’re a picky bitch.” Everyone smiled. One guy patted me on the back before turning to her and saying “Yeah lady relax its Wawa not a 5 star restaurant.”

Kathy and the ladies mouthed a “Thank you” to us guys and I responded with “Thanks for the hoagie,” and walked out. I had done a good deed and received some hilarious entertainment today. Too bad John Quiones did not rush toward me with his camera. Not that I want recognition or anything I just really love that show!

For my final note, just remember it’s never wrong to do right. Just keep your cool and handle it like a gentleman/lady…it hurts the other person more when you stay calm as they act crazy. J