I was downstairs in the company cafeteria, and the woman who works the little coffee area called me a bitch. I hadn't provoked her in any way (unless asking for iced coffee in the middle of winter is provocation enough), and everything was polite and normal, and then: "god, you're such a bitch". The funny thing is, I wasn't angry. It was such a strange moment, so utterly unexpected, that all I did was keep counting my change out, thinking did she say what I think - yes she did - did I hear that right - yes I did - ok, whatever. There wasn't anyone behind me, so it's not like she was talking to anyone else. At some point, though, she very softly said "you didn't just hear that, did you?" I replied, "yeah, but I'm going to pretend I didn't". And that was the end of our conversation. I took my change and my coffee and walked away.
I guess everyone has a moment when they just say what's on their mind, when that censor that keeps us from uttering every horrible thought we have about other people just falls asleep, and we blurt out the naked truth. She thinks I'm a bitch. I know some people think far worse things of me than that, so whatever. Besides, she's right. I am a bitch. :)