She addressed me as "Missus."
How dare you assume I'm married?
Fools make assumptions all the time. Their little minds are made up, and they assume everyone fits into their little boxes. Here's a wake-up call to all the fools out there, a significant number of whom occupy positions of public trust:
- How dare you assume I'm a christian because I belong to the NRA.
- How dare you assume I'm a redneck because I own guns.
- How dare you assume I worship some christian devil because I'm a Witch.
- How dare you assume I'm a liberal
DemonratDemocrat because I'm a woman.
- How dare you assume I have chronic health problems and take multiple prescription drugs because I'm in my mid-fifties.
- How dare you assume I'm looking for an assisted living center for the same reason.
- How dare you assume I'm incapable of safely operating a motor vehicle for the same reason again. Two years ago when my driver's license was up for renewal, the DMV sent me a pamphlet asking if it was time for me to hang up the car keys. Could I turn my head, read and understand road signs, sit for more than ten minutes, did I get lost in familiar places? Fercryinoutloud, people, I'm in my middle fifties, not enfeebled and afflicted with dementia.
- How dare you assume I'm mentally defective because I'm not just like you.
Junk mail and other mass-marketing vehicles can tell you a lot about what those who like to assume think about you. Their value to me is in validating just how wrong they are and making it easier to ensure I never, ever in any way contribute to their continued success.