During setup of our Italian American community's heritage festival in Little Italy October 3rd, I pulled my little bright red Fiat - her name is Valentina - into the closed street after moving the barrier. I needed to unload my car and set up my book booth.
A guy walking by says to me - smugly, "The road is closed! Your car can't be here!"
Uh ... Hey ... Buddy ... how about you know the info before you wear your official badge, don your power suit, and mouth off ... whaddya say?
I firmly explained to him I knew the road was closed and I pulled in to set up my booth ... and please bugger off. (Okay, I didn't really tell him to bugger off. And I so wanted to call him a wanker as they do in England - such a great word.) I wanted to mouth off back to him, but I held my tongue, sorta.
Same day, same festival, different entrance ... as I retrieved Valentina from the parking lot, I once again moved the barrier to enter the street so I could break down my booth and load the car. This time a different guy shouts out, "You can't drive down this road! The road is closed!"
OH.MY.GOD. Yes, I am aware the road is closed, pal.
And then it happened ... oops ... I ripped into him.
"I KNOW THE ROAD IS CLOSED!! DO YOU THINK I AM STUPID??? I SEE THE ROAD IS CLOSED!!! YOU THINK I JUST FEEL LIKE DRIVING MY CAR THROUGH THE FESTIVAL!??? MIND YOUR OWN DAMN BUSINESS, I NEED TO LOAD MY CAR!!!!!!!!"
Or something equally as mean ... yea, like that.
Uh, think I kinda snapped? In my defense, I was really hot, I was very sweaty, I was tired of schlepping tables, boxes and books, and it had been a long day of dealing with the public with everyone setting down their full plastic cups of red wine on my table precariously close to my stack of books.
I merely wanted to load my car and go home. My friend and neighbor, Maria, was with me. I turned to her ... "Guess I was a tad harsh, huh?"
"Uh yup ... 'lil bit!"
Snippeteers, before we "mouth off," before we judge, before we say a word to anyone about anything ... know the info. Do we know what we're talking about when we toss out a direction, give advice, relay a story? Are we putting on a power badge we have no business wearing?
On my way out, I saw that guy and stopped my car to apologize through the window. Tried to make it light and airy, joke around. Told him I'm Italian (that always explains a lot.) He was a forgiving soul, thankfully.
It was a good lesson to learn. I need to heed my own advice and know the information, too, before I open my mouth to someone.
Know the info.