Sunday, August 26, 2007

Bye-Bye Nice Blogger Award

Angela will rethink all those nice things she said about me after I say this, but I can't resist.

There is this ballet mom who talks constantly, and to make it worse she speaks in public address mode. She speaks to the room, across the room, to the adjoining studios. Her only volume is ear drum piercing loud. She has a better way to do everything. She has done everything more often and better. Even if you are talking privately to another mother or father she will listen in and start broadcasting her experience. Yesterday, I was taking advantage of the unpredictable audition wait time reading a book. A couple of mothers started talking quietly on the other side of me and BOOM!, the PA system was put into operation right across my head. I assumed that since I was obviously reading she would walk around the couch and move closer to the mothers to whom she was speaking. Not a chance, and I should have known since I have had the pleasure of listening to her squawk for a few years.

After giving up on common courtesy, I left my place on the couch, walked outside, and sat on the floor. I could still hear her. Then in spite of my best intentions, I got tickled thinking about those mothers left inside, who had no chance of politely escaping her recitation of her excellence, or her rage at whatever was inconveniencing that day.

Then, I felt terrible. She is obviously terribly lonely, wanting to be a part of a group, and feeling left out. I have been lonely and left out. I feel her pain. I have polished a few stories so that they show me in my best light. I should be embarrassed. Yet, I think I have always thought about others. Now I have a choice for the Nutcracker season, I can avoid her like the plague because her voice and demeanor are the equivalent of fingernails on a chalkboard to my uninterested ears, or I can try to be nice and listen patiently nodding at all the appropriate moments in feigned agreement while she squawks so perhaps she will feel better about herself.

What tack would you take?

7 comments:

ZBTzahBTzoo said...

Are the studios soundproof?

Has anyone else mentioned that this woman is bothersome?

What if you approached her for a little chat, whispering the entire time? Would she get the hint?

"Pssst, Mrs Foghorn. What part is your daughter hoping for?"

If you weren't so nice her behavior probably wouldn't bother you. You're stuck with your award!

JoVE said...

Yeah, only a really nice person would even think about that second option.

Tough call. And you don't have to do the same thing every week.

Angela, MotherCrone said...

I agree with JoVE...you are really nice.

I will say that I have tried your suggested nice approach a few times over the years, and it nEVER ever worked. I was always stressed, and the person carrying on like that never changed, no matter how much I listened. Some people need a whole lot more to feel fulfilled than we could ever give them!

So, I would go the other route, and politely mention that you had lots of reading to do for lesson prep and excuse yourself. But of course, I have already had my nice award taken away! ;)

Wisteria said...

No, yes, no. Thanks! At least I'm in good company.

Maybe she will be a car pool mom.

Or, I can step across the parking lot to the MMA.

Or sit outside once the temperatures moderate.

Kate in NJ said...

Maybe, you should make like my Grandfather and just start calling her "Whispering Smith" to her face.
Although I should warn you, his friend thought he "named" her cause he liked her. lol

Becky said...

Avoid her like the plague.

Life is too short :)

Which means you deserve your nice award from Angela, but I don't deserve mine from Frankie lol.

alpharat said...

Unfortunately, I have to agree. The nice award is sticking because you are concerned with her position to the point that it causes you to uncomfortable. Sometimes, you need to be selfish to avoid misery.