OK, so after a pastoral visit this afternoon, I nipped into the Co-Op (kind of a cross between a convenience store and a small supermarket). I am all dressed in clerical gear. Got what I wanted, avoided two primary school children who were in a hurry to get in the queue before me, and waited patiently for the two erratic girls to do what ever they needed. I wasn’t bothered because they weren’t more than 7. That’s no excuse, but I didn’t want to waste time and then know 14 years old who would egg my house.
Anyway, as I am getting ready to go next when I notice a man stand to the side, but fully ready to jump next. The lady behind the counter politely asks, who’s next (likely know that I was) and the guy jumps. I mutter, ‘Well, I was next, but whatever.’
Wearing a collar, I never know quite what to say. It’s the expectations I know goes with wearing one and that I could be judged by what I do or say. This is going through my mind as a I stand there. All right, in the grand scheme of things, it’s a small slight – well, bigger in Britain when one jumps the queue – but it still grates me, especially when I know I can’t act the same way others can.
So, he says, ‘We got here at the same time.’ Well, yes, after he had already jumped in. Then he pointed to the two girls and I thought he said, ‘I’m with them.’ If that’s what he said, he lied because he ran out, leaving the girls and was gone by the time I got outside – and the girls still in.