The great exchange happened today. I handed a wad of $100 bills worth several grand to the Persian mafia in the parking lot at the local mall today. I made sure to dress sharp so they knew I meant business. He was very sullen and silent and reminded me of a baby who had just had a tantrum because their bottle had been yanked away, but had been returned the bottle. Very different from the irate and threatening person on Monday with whom I'd engaged in the most stressful verbal battle. I had to suppress a smile.
I had envisioned having to engage in fisticuffs with the Persian mafia, bodies being thrown into trunks, a secret stash of strategically placed, muscular mafia friends grouped around the parking lot, ready to fight at the tap of a finger. The police being called, and Christmas shoppers throwing their presents in the air as they dashed away in surprise. All day I spent envisioning myself applying roundhouse kicks and swift uppercuts to the jugular.
Alas it was the most uneventful, smooth transaction I could ever ask for, and the resulting peace of mind is PRICELESS (My brother later told me he had kept a wrench in his pocket just in case they pulled anything stupid.. but they were as peaceful as swans). Thank God for the happy ending.
It seems that no matter how careful or pleasant I try to be, drama seems to unfold around me often, whenever I interact with random people in society (ie. my teacher last semester). Do I lack some sort of social savoir faire? Do I not think through the repercussions of my choices throughly before acting? Am I naive? Do I not take enough initiative to prevent misunderstanding? Are the events I'm thinking about really nothing dramatic at all, but I just interpret them as such? Am I just a big DRAMA MAGNET? Probably a combo of all the above, and it is definitely part of the reason I tend to avoid new people, I think.
Animals and plants are just so much easier to deal with.
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