I don't know if it was residual anger from the jowl diagnosis, or what, but I managed to get in a bit of a scuffle with a lovely couple at the gym today. I should preface the story with some background info...
I am a former showdown queen. I have made store managers cry, several random people threaten me with physical violence, and a water filtration salesman run from my house in fear of his life. It used to be that I would let my emotions rule my actions, causing the gloves to come off rather quickly, and the fur to fly. However, I have mellowed in my old, saggy-jowled age, and tend to let most things slide. But not today. Oh, no.... Not today.
I guess the details don't really matter. A guy took my spot in class and I politely pointed it out to him. Instead of moving, he ignored me. I will admit that I then began talking loudly to my husband about how this guy took my saved spot. His wife turned around and spoke to me, irritating me with her stupid comments. Sorry, but if you engage me, be prepared, right? RIGHT?! (please, somebody say "right!")
So things kind of escalated from there. I made a couple of slightly sarcastic remarks to the wife. Then the perpetrator/husband started in on me. My hubs did the whole, "If you get into with my wife, you get into it with me!" He may have even pushed up his sleeves. The husband/perpetrator actually ended up running off in a huff, leaving his wife alone in the class. She then proceeded to try to bait me throughout the class, and I basically ignored her. Apparently, it had taken her over a month to convince him to come to the gym with her, and I had sent him packing, never to return. Really?! Seems to me, he has bigger issues, if his status at the gym was so fragile.
I felt completely justified in my behavior at the time, but am starting to feel guilty. I am wondering why I keep thinking the right thing to have done was to not say anything and not stand up for myself. That doesn't seem fair.
Anyway, happy Saturday.