I had just filled my fountain drink cup when you pushed open the door, banging it against the outside wall. I was on my way to my seat to wait for my food, and it was clear to me that you were very angry. But why did you seem to direct at me, asking me why I had a drink. I didn’t reply because I could tell by the way you banged your walker against the wall that there was no talking to you. You glared at me, then went on to order your food. You were loud and rude to the employee who took your order. After getting your food, one guy even ask you if you were ok, but you replied with a loud NO. It took you five minutes to eat, and in that time you complained and even called me a know it all bitch. I didn’t say one word to you, even when you were mean to another woman. When you were done, you stormed out, cursing the whole way. Some people seemed to feel sorry for you, while others seemed afraid. Me, I just try to show aloha to everyone I meet–even people like you, who exist in pure misery.
Illustration: Ron Pitts