The small lapel button says, I (heart) KCK. A candy dish held dozens, shared at some previous event at a local college. I do love KCK so I took a couple and wear one on my semi dress up denim jacket with the carryall pockets.
“If you love it, why are you shopping here, not spending your money in KCK?”
Rudeness and attitude oozed from the woman just ahead in the grocery line.
I could not have heard correctly. People don’t get all wonky over a tiny lapel button supporting community, a place where my siblings and I flourished with that village concept.
Surely I had not heard correctly.
My mom would never allow “What?” as a response. When the old fight or flight reaction kicks in, Mom’s rule tend to over-ride.
“You people make me sick.” Intentionally loud and obviously set to put me in my place, she was ramping up for Down With Do-Gooders speech, the all-show-and-no-do-speech, the put your money on your button speech.
OK. What? Incredulous silence? Defense of what needed no defense? A litany of the great things about my home place? How about the extreme single finger response?
A very wise and quiet spoken grocery checker handled the situation with two short questions.
“Do you live in KCK?”, she asked.
“Well, of course, I do. That stupid button is so lame. If this old lady loves the place so much, she should spend her money in KCK.”
“Forgive me, but aren’t you and this lady in the same check out line, in the same grocery store, a store NOT in KCK?”
A moment, a quick breath moment, and her single finger salute confirmed that being so immersed in anger is a state of mind devoid of logic or reasonable thought. This woman raised her defiant finger and left convinced that she had won, had put us in our place.
Wonder how long ago the failure of her village began?