Friday Pete and I spent the night in Albany so we’d be ready bright and early for Saturday’s Taking Control Of Your Diabetes conference. I’ll be writing more about the conference itself later in the week, but if you can’t wait that long, Val and Abby (the Person) have already posted about the day. But first, I want to tell you about Friday night.
After checking into our hotel, we headed out for dinner at a local (to Albany) restaurant recommended by the girl at the front desk. (I suppose it would be more politically correct to say “woman at the front desk”, but seriously, she looked like she was 14!! Way to make me feel old!) The restaurant was terrific - delicious food, wonderful service, great atmosphere and the bar made a rocking Jolly Rancher Martini! No, really, it tasted just like a Jolly Rancher!!
As we were eating our salads, the waiter brought a dessert with a candle in it to the next table, and the diners at the table broke out into a quiet round of happy birthday. Pete and I sang along and clapped for the elderly man who was celebrating his birthday. Then we stopped being noisy and went back to our own meals. But as the “birthday party table” rose to leave, something caught my attention again. One of the men had something in his hand - I couldn’t quite see what, but he extended them toward the Birthday Dude. Instead of taking what was offered, Birthday Dude seemed to misunderstand and just shook Generous Guy’s hand and thanked him for coming to dinner. When the man told Birthday Dude to take whatever was in his hand, Birthday Dude politely declined.
And then, one of the ladies at the table came up to Birthday Dude and Generous Guy and said (quite loudly and rudely) “He can’t have that!!” Pete shot me a quick “stay calm and mind your own business” glance as he saw me cringe upon hearing those words.
We ate the rest of our dinner in peace and I had pretty much forgotten about the rude lady who made me cringe. But then our bill came. And I saw what Generous Guy had been offering to Birthday Dude. Because our bill was presented along with these.
Upon seeing the chocolate dipped mint sticks, I knew Birthday Dude had most likely been scolded by his own personal Diabetes Policewoman. And I really wanted to smack her!! Birthday Dude was a grown man trying to spend a nice evening celebrating his day. He politely turned down the candy sticks, whether he wanted them or not. And D-Police Lady should have minded her own business instead of butting in with such a nasty and condescending tone in her voice. It really made my blood boil. And I certainly hope both Birthday Dude and D-Police Lady were in attendance at TCOYD the next day. I hope Birthday Dude felt inspired and empowered by the lectures given. And I hope D-Police Lady learned some Diabetes Etiquette! Because Lady, # 1 on the Etiquette card was written for you!!