The Old Man
For the past three days I've been in a spiral. I encountered a crotechy old man who called me a "fat bastard" after I took his plate. My job is to take used plates so that I can clean them but apparently that didn't sit well with the old man. His words cut into me and left me wounded. I think it hurt a lot more because I am overweight. I can't recall the last time I was called "fat." But more than his words, it was the surprise that struck me. I didn't have enough guards up to expect a sneaky punch like that. So I went home and called my folks who prayed for me and tried to comfort me. They were surprised that I was taking his words so seriously. It was obvious that he was an old man out of his mind. But his words bounced around in me like an echo chamber. "Fat bastard." "Fat bastard." "Fat bastard." Forward two days and we get to yesterday. I had to go back to work and that meant confronting the old man again. I had pra...