"No, you don't understand. It's not that she was being mean, she was being bitchy," she explains.
Ladybug looks at me with its annoyed face, then returns its attention to her and shrugs, "Explain to me the difference."
She takes a deep breath in, annoyed, as usual, "The difference is when a woman is being mean to you, you did something to her or whatever. When a woman is being bitchy, that's on her. She's being a bitch at you for reasons of her own that may or may not have anything to do with you."
Ladybug considers this with a rub of its chin, "Sure. So, she was being bitchy?"
"Yes!" she hollers, and then, "She was being all agro at me whenever we would have to interact, which was nearly every day, but then"
Ladybug cuts her off, "Wait, wait, wait just a minute. What the fuck is ag-grow?"
"Ugh," she eye-rolls, like I said, annoyed, as usual, "It's like when someone is being all aggressive, too aggressive or like aggressive in a situation that doesn't require any aggression."
Ladybug nods, "Okay, sure, yes, she was being a bitchy agro."
"No, Lady," she sighs, "Ugh. Okay, whatever, yes, she was being all bitchy and agro."
Ladybug claps its two top feet together and rubs them together in feigned delight, "Okay!"
"No, this is a sad story," she throws her head back in anguish, annoyed, "Whatever. Just like, stop interrupting."
Ladybug agrees with the motion of locking its mouth shut and throwing away the key.
She takes a deep breath in, "She used to be all bitchy at me and all agro whenever we would interact. We don't have to interact much, maybe just like once or twice in passing and not every day."
Ladybug looks confused and looks like its about to say something when ...
"Don't!"
Ladybug sits back on its haunches and tries to hold an air of nonchalance, then flicks me a look of nastiness, "I am not being nasty, Lingerer!"
"Forget it," she stands to leave.
Ladybug deploys its wings and positions itself right in front of her face, "Nooooooo. Tell us the story. Please. Just tell us!"
"Then shut the fuck up! Both of you!," she shouts.
Ladybug is taken aback, "But ..."
"I know! Just stop it!" she demands.
a breeze blows by ever so softly &on the air rides the tale
She didn't even know this lady; she had never even officially met her, but it was obvious that the lady had an opinion of her. "If the lady is just like this," she thinks, "then she's one seriously miserable cunt." She obviously didn't know what she had done to cause such treatment by a lady she didn't know or even have to interact with much outside of a few pleasantries as co-jobbers. Their job paths didn't cross, and their positions were unaffected by whomever's rank/seniority, etc. For one whole year this went on, the lady being bitchy, she being nice and confused. It's difficult to continue to be nice to someone in the face of their harshness, but the reality of the situation was that she hadn't done anything to this lady, and so, perhaps, this is simply the lady's demeanor, and she accepted this.
&then, another half of a year went by.
&then, the lady said the oddest thing to her, in passing, one early morning as she was signing off, the lady signing on, "Oh, I heard that you're Korean!" "Yes, I am Korean," she confirmed. "Oh, well, have a great day!"
&then, with an accent the lady smiled and chuckled, "안녕하세요! 감사합니다!"
She was, obviously, so confused, and for the next week or so, the lady was so nice and friendly and warm, and she was, obviously, fucking pissed, As a woman from the Philippines, the lady is now being so friendly to me because I'm Korean? What did the lady think I was before? And why, when being something else, was the lady such a bitch, but now that I'm Korean, she's being so nice?
&then, another week passed.
&then, one day while jobbing, the lady shouts over the noise at her, "Someone told me that you were Filipino and that you speak Tagalog."
She chuckles, "No, I'm Korean, and I don't speak Tagalog."
&now it's today, and she hasn't seen the lady again, yet, since the new piece of information was delivered, but some conclusions can absolutely be made, none of which bode well for the lady, so to your own imagination are you left with, today, dear reader.