Were you at the Supermall, or the one in Southcenter? Because I heard similar arguments at both of those stores. Weirdness.
One of the weird things my old roommate used to feel superior about: sickness. If I feel sick, I get quiet and slow down a bit. I don’t feel like talking much. However, unless I’m violently ill, I still get up and do my chores, etc. So, one day, I felt terrible, and I looked just as bad. I was ashen, shaking a little bit, eyes looked tired. I looked sick. It was roomies turn to do the dishes, but she was out somewhere. They had to be done or I would go insane. So, I just did them, without complaint. Roomie comes home while I’m up to my elbows in greasy dishwater. She starts chatting right away about all the things she bought (with my money, not even going to get into that one right now), and then she stops short and looks at me curiously. She asks what’s the matter with me. I told her I wasn’t feeling well. Suddenly, she sits down at the table, and begins telling me how terribly sick she is right now, and how awful she felt driving home, and how she feels like she would be sick right this minute, and how she’s glad I’m doing the dishes because she doesn’t think she can lift a finger. And that she’s been feeling like this all week. I must have got a little bit of it from her, she says. I should be thankful for my health, she says. Then she asks if I can clean the fridge and mop up the floor while she takes a nap. (Emphasis hers, by the way, not mine.)
It wasn’t just her, that was the weird thing. A lot of the women I worked with seemed to take pride in just how sick they could be. They could be sicker than you, by jove. They could take more meds than anyone else! Oh yes. I don’t know how these women got to work every single day, they were so brave.
Other odd things people felt superior about: how sunburnt they could get, how nice their front doors were (yeah, the door on your house… they compared doors), how bright the headlights were on their cars (sheesh), and one of my favourites, again, from my roomie: “Well, I only eat off of crystal plates.” She was a Princess House dealer. Shee-yeeeeesh! I understand supporting the company you work for, but seriously. She lives in a trailer stuffed with lead crystal crap. High class mama! Oh, yes, and she says, “I prefer gold over everything else.” I heard this first when I mentioned I liked silver while we were gazing at necklaces in a jewelry store. I understand having a preference… I have one, myself… but she says this to everyone, especially when they mentioned they liked something she considers “below” gold. Oh, and gems? Rubies? Sapphires? Emeralds? Pearls? She scoffs at you. Only diamonds for the lady.
Gosh, I miss her. It was like watching cartoons, living with her.