Invisibility (or not)

I was at a sorta fancy but also informal event last weekend and we shared our table with folks we don’t know. That was cool but after a while I realized that every single person at the table had been asked something like “Who are you? What do you do for a living?” Except me. The Pensioner was asked what he did. My daughter was asked what she did. Every other male at the table was asked. The third female at the table went on at length about her job.

I was not asked. I was a bit ticked off about that at the time. Upon a week’s reflection, I don’t really give a rat’s ass about why a bunch of random people more or less wrote me off as someone not worth talking to. To be fair, I didn’t really care what the heck they did either. But it was interesting that men were asked about their profession but [older] women were not. Systems analyst in the online banking biz here. Good job. Good pay. You’re welcome.

But then there are the damn panhandlers. I walked out of the Plum Market yesterday and there was a guy out there kind of perambulating around the parking lot in what I thought was a sinister way (I am good at interpreting body language). And yes, as I walked out into the parking lot, the guy tried to approach me. “Excuse me, Ma’am?” Roight. He wanted to ask me for money. Sorry but no. I looked around. There were about a billion cars around at the intersection. I replied with an emphatic “NO”. I think he said “okay”. And then, if I remember correctly, he looked around at some of the other women heading into the Plum Market. If I encounter that kind of thing again, I will go back inside the Plum and alert the management to the fact that creepy panhandlers are in their parking lot.

This kind of thing has happened to me a lot in the last year. I’m not sure why. Yesterday’s guy was black but I have been approached by Caucasian folks too. No, yer not gettin’ any of’ my sniggly bit o’ money. Get a God damn job.

I made two lasagnas today. Do y’all think we will remember to take them up north next weekend?

2 Responses to “Invisibility (or not)”

  1. Marquis Says:

    Poor people are people too! Maybe you wouldn’t be so freaked, if you were just a little bit more generous?

  2. Margaret Says:

    I have been approached in grocery store parking lots also. I will sometimes give them food, but not money. It is a sad state of affairs when people don’t ask what middle-aged women do for a living. I have noticed that when I say that I’m retired, many lose any interest in me at all. I did work for 37 years!