I'm 35, I do okay. I mumble when I'm shy, and when I'm not into it, i.e. the pleasantries over the counter in a shop. I had the 'you talk like a robot' comments all through school. I know I speak a certain way and I'm mostly okay with it.
I bought a coffee this morning before getting the train into work. I did my usual awkward mumbling, I ordered the flat white with all the elocution I could muster so as to avoid repeating myself - I hate repeating myself - but the rest was mumbled and just audible enough for them to know that I asked to pay by card and that I was thanking them as I left.
There were two clerks, a small independent shop. The male clerk, upon me saying thanks and turning to walk to the door, gave an exaggerated mumble, which made the girl working with him laugh. I ignored it and left, but afterwards it really griped on me.
The only way to communicate with the establishment is by instagram, so I set up an account and messaged the business account (they own 3 shops in my local area). The person followed it up; naturally the pair working there said that it never happened. The owner has invited me back tomorrow, when he will be working with the male clerk, to receive an apology. I don't think I want to go. Should I go? I'm not sure what outcome I wanted, I think I just wanted to speak out about it.
I appreciate that the quiet hours in the shop are boring, and they need to make their own entertainment, but he could have just waited for me to leave the shop before he made his joke - although I do understand that to impress the girl it must done to me brazenly, for the shock factor required to make such a witless joke funny.
I'm not quite sure why this has aggravated me so much today, but it has. I can normally roll my eyes at this kind of stuff or laugh it off, but it really wound me up. Maybe because I am a paying customer and expect that in engaging in this process I am not going to encounter this kind of playground mentality.
Well, thanks, I hope so to, but at this point it doesn't seem likely.
Who knows, maybe I will meet someone nice.
Right now I cannot afford to venture outside of my shitty motel room halfway across the country due to being made homeless and put into astounding financial debt due to the actions of the people I trusted most.
I am so injured and have so many torn ligaments and deeply bruised muscles that I cannot walk around for more than one trip to a nearby store once a day, and I am surrounded by basically other homeless people, many of whom will have no problem assaulting me or stealing from me if I say any random thing that makes them angry or they want something I have.
So by far the best plan for now is avoid contact with anyone as much as possible until I am at least actually physically capable of fleeing yet another attempted mugging.