What not to ask.
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There’re things polite people aren’t supposed
to say or do, yet every day, somewhere
in a city, town or suburb, someone
asks a woman when her baby’s due. This
may not seem terribly awkward, unless
she’s not pregnant. Oh-my-gosh, witnessing
that would cause even me to grimace,
and nothing fazes me. I’m with Dave Barry,
“You should never say anything to a woman
that even remotely suggests you think she’s
pregnant unless you can see an actual baby
emerging from her at that moment.”
How about when someone asks how
much you weigh? I’ve never personally
had this happen because really, who’d have
the courage to go down that boulevard with
me? I’ve heard of this happening though,
and what do you say? “Well, I’m more than
enough for some and not enough for others.”
Then you throat punch that jerk, because he
needs it. I say “he” because it would be a guy
saying it. A woman wouldn’t, but she’d do
an equally absurd thing. She’d ask if you’ve
lost weight? If you have, God bless you,
scream it from the rooftop. If you haven’t,
what would be a correct response? “No, I
just bought bigger clothes.”
This brings us to, “How much do you
make?” I’m asked this from time to time.
Maybe I should run with a higher class of
people. Actually, I have no problem telling
a clod my salary. It’s relative though.
It blows some folk’s minds because they’re
astonished an employer finds me valuable
enough to pay me anything, much less that
much! For others, they wonder, with that
miniscule amount of time for money swap,
why get out of bed in the morning? When all
the stars line up and the day is going well,
I don’t fuss too much about income, even
though I feel it should always be more, but
when I’m up to my ears in alligators with
humanity, and up to my elbows in any number
of bodily fluids, I’m a little testy about
income. I’ve actually stated, “I want a raise.
I’m thinking, about a million dollars a minute,
payable by Monday.” I’m still shopping
secondhand stores for treasures, so obviously,
I’m not taken seriously by any of my
bosses.
I’m often politely asked, “How are you
doing?” Generally, I pause before replying.
Is this person really inquiring, or merely trying
to make conversation, while desperately
looking for an exit? When it comes to how
we’re doing, most of us are fighting dragons
every day. Since nobody wants to hear that,
I have a standard answer, “I’m dying, thanks
for asking.” In actuality, when it comes to
troubles, half the people don’t care, and the
other half are glad we’ve got ‘em. So, when
someone asks, “How are you,” I sometimes
give the same answer my old washer repairman
used to give, “I’m cute, how are you?”
When you’re introduced to a new person,
do you remember their name? Really, do
you? I mean, if you do, write me with your
secret, and don’t tell me, it’s because you’re
a nice person. I want to remember and I try
to remember, so I do all the tricks that have
been suggested. I immediately say, “So nice
to meet you Darla.” Then I say it several
times in a row, “Darla, Darla, Darla.” Then
I attempt to rhyme the name with an object,
Darla … what? Smarla? I hope I’m sitting
by someone who knows the person, so when
I forget, I can ask. My worst-case scenario
of forgetting is, I pray the ground opens up
and swallows me before I have to introduce
her to someone else. At my age, memory
problems exist, so if I see her somewhere
two months later, I’ll say, “I know you from
somewhere but I’m old and can’t remember
your name.” If the person knows me, she’ll
want to say, “Good.” If I haven’t seen someone
in a few years, I have trouble remembering
her name too. That would be awkward
and embarrassing for normal people but I
just lean in and ask. What else can a goofy
person do, right Ellen? When my kids say
something about my age or wherewithal, I
frown and say, “I’m sorry, am I supposed
to know you?” Dale Carnegie was noted for
saying, “Remember that a person’s name is
to that person, the sweetest and most important
sound in any language.” Well, not to a
teenager whose mother is yelling, “Benjamin,
get in here and do the dishes.”
Contact Trena Eiden at trenaid@hotmail.
com.