~ I went to Starbucks this morning to grab a sandwich and a cup of coffee. I’ve been to this starbucks a few times so far, so I’m starting to know some of the people in there. When I went in this morning, there was a nice guy in there who I got to know over a discussion about photography. There was a woman I hadn’t seen before working at the cash register.
~ While waiting, I was stretching my arms and neck to relieve some of the post-couch-moving soreness that I’ve had since yesterday. This started a little conversation about it:
Me: I moved my couches yesterday with the help of two guy friends, now I’m pretty sore. My apartment’s got a pretty annoying entrance which makes moving the couches really frustrating.
Her: Yeah, I had an apartment with a front door like that. I had to carry everything through the garage to get it into the house.
~ At this point there was a momentary lull in the conversation, in which the guy was evaluating the possible pros of moving to make up for its inevitable muscle pains. Then,
Him: I gotta say, one nice thing about moving is the opportunity to feel a little manly, ::begin comical, tongue-in-cheek gesticulation:: ya know, planning the strategy, heavy lifting, and so on.
~ And then before I could even chime in with agreement,
Her: ::small groan:: I moved everything myself, thank you very much.
~ I wish I had said something in this moment, but I was a bit taken aback by her sudden offense. As was he. It got awkward, and no one said anything further. He obviously felt kind of upset, most likely because she mistook his statement to be “moving is men’s work, women aren’t good at it,” when in reality thats not what he meant. He was essentially just saying, “this is my personal perspective on moving, perhaps you feel the same way?”
~ And the answer to that is yes, I do feel the same way. In fact the only time, in this modern age, that my muscles even matter anymore is when someone needs a heavy object to be moved. The rest of the time my muscles pretty much only serve to make me burningly hot and way too hungry, as a result of the higher metabolism that they incur. So if an opportunity arises to make use of them, I’ll do it (and do so happily!)
~ Ultimately the real frustration of the moment was that, because of the snappy quick-to-judge comment made by the girl, we were both rendered incapable of trying to clarify the misunderstanding. It honestly felt that any continuance of the topic could have resulted in a meltdown.
~ In related news, it’s still true that assumptions make an ass out of u and me.