Rude Ass

I was sitting at the outside patio of Starbucks a few days ago, studying for a test. As I was deep in concentration, reading about traumatic brain injury and therapies for the disorders that follow such a tragic event, when I heard someone say “COMMING?”


I continued to read about emotional/behavioral/memory therapy.
Surely, this comment was not meant for me.

Then, from the corner of my eye, I see two snazzily dressed 30 something males pass by my table. The man in front, as he was briskly passing by, looked at me and said “COMMING?”

I realized he was addressing me, so I answered with a polite “excuse me?”

He replied with “Are you coming?”

At this point he had reached the front door of the Starbucks.

“Uh no”, I said, “I think I will just stay right here.”

“ok.” he replied.

Then, a few seconds later, the man that was accompanying him told me “No, he asked if you were CARMEN.”

“oh, no….I’m sorry….I am not Carmen.”

What a shame that I am not yet a licensed speech language pathologist. If so, I would have provided that guy with my business card explaining that not only could I work on his pragmatic skills (basically the rules of conversation: turn taking; volume control; social appropriateness…etc) but I could possibly help him with the correct pronunciation of the word “Carmen”.

Seriously, it looked as if the guys were going to Starbucks to meet a prospective employee or client. The man should have stopped at my table and politely said something like “excuse me, would you happen to be Carmen?” You see, shuffling by “Carmen’s” table and throwing out her name like a worm on a hook is not what I would call good business skills.

Ass.

p.s. Do not question my mad hearing Skills and think for a moment that I did not hear him properly thus misinterpreting his pronunciation of the word Carmen. My hearing has been tested, fool, and I know it is good. It is probably better than yours. That's right. Wanna bet?