I want to make it clear that I enjoy living in Covington, Kentucky just fine. While reading some of the comments here and with the Living Out Loud column in CityBeat, I may have made the impression that I don’t like it here. One commenter on the LOL column said that Covington sounds like a “nightmare.”
It’s not. I’ve made a lot of new friends here. Maybe I just write about the bad encounters I’ve had and if that’s so (and it probably is), I’ll change that in the weeks ahead. However, for this post, I’ll stick with the bad.
Yesterday afternoon around four o’clock, I finally remembered that I was out of coffee. That wouldn’t be a good thing to discover in the morning. I decided to just bite the bullet, pay the high price, and walk on up to Walgreens on Madison Avenue to get some.
There was a line, of course. After I got done paying for the coffee, I, of course, stepped outside to walk home. It was raining cats and dogs.
What the hell. I’d just smoke a cigarette and wait for the rain to pass over. I stepped as far away from the door as I possibly could without having to step out into the wind and rain.
Standing there alone, minding my own business and smoking my cigarette, I looked to my left and saw a heavyset lady in a wheelchair. She was making a face at me.
“You can’t be smoking that close to the doorway,” she said.
“I’m as far away as I can be without going out into the weather,” I replied.
“You’re blowing smoke in my face,” she said.
I was several feet away from the lady and was blowing the smoke out to the empty sidewalk.
“I’m not smoking smoke in your face,” I replied.
“I’m going to go inside and tell the manager and have you removed,” she said, starting to wheel her wheelchair and herself inside the store. At that point, knowing more or less that I was trying to be considerate to a cranky old, fat lady, I sort of lost it.
“Go right ahead, you idiot,” I said, realizing the rain was letting up. “By the time you get back, I’ll be long gone.”
“We’ll see about that,” she said.
“Why yes we will,” I replied, taking a drag off my cigarette and blowing the smoke in her direction. “You had better wheel fast, lady.”
The lady gave me a shocked look and wheeled herself back into the store. I continued to stand there to finish my cigarette. I smoked the damn thing down to the butt, because I wanted the lady along with the manager to come out. They never did. With the rain nearly stopped, I walked on home.
I’ve written here lately that I’m going to stop taking shit from anybody over here. Again, the nice people I have met here in Covington outweigh the bad, but the bad is starting to bore the hell out of me.
Do I need an attitude adjustment? Maybe I did when I first moved to Covington, but not anymore.
(Graphic found on Google)