ANGRY, YES, THAT'S ME.
I just came back from having lunch with the girls at the club. Jan is heading to Boston for the marathon on Monday, and we wanted to get together with her before she leaves. We also were discussing a few club issues--locker room issues actually, and I started mentioning an incident that happened to me a few weeks back.
The incident in question happened on a weekend, a Saturday or Sunday, I can't remember now. As is typical when I go to the gym and/or work on the weekend, since my office is in the same building as the gym I go to now, I generally bring all the things I am going to want while at work--purse, food, drinks, etc. and attempt to juggle all this with my workout bag, etc. and make one trip into the building.
As I was struggling to get out my door access card, slide it into the slot, and then get the door opened, all the while juggling all my stuff and my 50 pound bag, a car drives up and parks next to mine and an older gentleman gets out of his Porsche. I recognized his car immediately, and knew he was a club member, as well as the local parking lot czar--meaning his family owns all the parking lots in the downtown municipal area. His office is across the street, yet he always parks next to the door of our building, sometimes leaving his car there for days if he goes out of town. Sometimes, I know he uses the gym too, and from what I've heard is demanding and condescending as well. He is also a sometimes client of the office, for his business work anyway, so I have heard other stories about this man and the way he treated people on business deals that were not flattering, leading me to an instant dislike without really knowing him (and not wanting to!).
This particular day in question, just as I am getting the door opened, I hear him call out something to me. Not paying attention at first, I didn't hear what he said. I turned toward him with an annoyed look on my face, I'm sure (his tone of voice brought that on), and said, "What?" He says, "Hold the door open for me." Now I'm thinking "WHAT?? You want me to do WHAT?" Here I am, holding 3 or 4 bags, my access card with my teeth, and trying to balance everything and get the door open, and this guy with nothing in his hands wants me to hold the door open for him?? So he doesn't have to get his card out? "I'll push the button for you," I said as I continued through the door, just barely getting my stuff in before it shut again. I continue on down the hallway to the gym doorway, when all of a sudden he's right behind me. "What did you say?" he snarls. I was a little afraid. I thought he was going to grab me or something.
I couldn't believe it. I really couldn't believe someone who expects to have a door opened for him can suddenly chase me down a hallway to see why I wouldn't hold a door for him, when as a gentleman he easily could have offered to get the door for me. But as I said, knowing the way he treats people, I really shouldn't have been surprised. I was really irritated now and quickly walked into the women's doorway and ignored him. Fortunately, he wasn't using the gym (as he rarely does) but was just using the building as a walkway to his office--across the street.
Fast forward to the Monday after, and the scenario was repeated, with me juggling a bunch of stuff to go to the gym and work in the morning, in addition to my coffee, and just as I'm about to walk through the women's door, this guy pops out of a darkened hallway and scares the crap out of me!
"What did you say to me the other day?" he again demands. OMG, I'm thinking. What a jerk! I pretended like I didn't know what he was talking about. "Well you seemed mad or something." I again ignored him and walked into the gym.
Fast forward to today at lunch, and who should walk into the club dining room, and you guessed it, cement czar as the Jan and Laurie, the other friend, call him. I was just going to mention the situation to them, as we discussed a few other incidents, when he walks over, interrupts us, asks Laurie what my name is, and says, "She must be mad at me. She wouldn't hold my door open."
It has been more than a month since this happened and the guy is still carrying it around with him. Unbelievable! He was angry too, when he asked for my name. I noticed he wouldn't address me, but had to ask someone else.
I guess the main reason I am irritated with this whole thing is he had the nerve to come to our table and bring this up, when he doesn't personally know any of us, and yet felt he had to interrupt our lunch to make his point.
I'm pretty sure this isn't over and wonder how someone might handle any future encounter with this idiot?