Tuesday, November 22, 2016
Question Of The Day
When I studied computer programming during my single mom years, I shared the classroom with one of the most arrogant and self-centered men I’d ever run across in my life. He bragged about his stuff (car, money, fancy clothes, looks), had a huge sense of entitlement, believed he was the center of the universe and expected everyone to treat him accordingly. He was always late, made a lot of noise when he finally arrived, spoke out when he shouldn’t, often disrupted the class and made a real nuisance of himself. My kids who were 18 months and 6 ½ at the time behaved better.
Then one day, the teacher finally had had enough of his class being disrupted with late arrivals, so he decided that he’d lock the door five minutes after he started teaching and whoever didn’t get in on time would have to wait outside until the first break.
Well, guess who ended up on the other side of the door? Yup, mister high and mighty. He didn’t realize at first that the door was purposely locked, so he knocked on it. The teacher pointed to his watch and wouldn’t open. So the banging on the door began. The teacher told him through the door that he couldn’t come in until the break. This led to banging and punching and yelling and kicking and swearing.
To make a long story short, when Mr. Arrogant finally got back into class, he started complaining and whining and playing victim. I couldn’t take it anymore so I turned to him and said “Why don’t you just sit down and be quiet? You’re such a nuisance.” This was really out of character for me because I don’t like confrontations. But I, along with many others, was very serious about my studies and so fed up with his nonsense that I just couldn’t help myself.
Well, when you have a sense of entitlement you cannot fathom anyone speaking to you this way, so he turned to me and told me to mind my own business, reminding everyone who he is, what he has, how much trouble he can cause for this mistreatment, blah, blah, blabbity, blah. “Who cares?” I said. “That doesn’t impress me. You’re still a jerk.” I turned my back on him and focused on my work. He mumbled a few things under his breath and finally sat down.
Which brings me to today’s question. Every time I hear Shania Twain’s song “That don’t impress me much” I remember that day. And smile.
How about you? What song reminds you of an incident in your life?