The restaurant was beautiful, but the woman sitting at the table across from me was spewing so much hate the mood instantly turned ugly. Although the music was pretty loud, her voice managed to steamroll over it: “I’m so glad I finally get to see you in person, you’re exactly what I thought you would be and I don’t like you at all,” she said.
I was shocked by her candor and a little frightened by her aggressive demeanor. Her verbal attack didn’t stop there, “You’re disgusting,” she snarled. Before she could say anything else, I immediately gathered my things, stood up from the table and told my photographer and producer, who were with me to do a blog feature on the new restaurant, that I would meet them outside.
As I walked out the door, I leaned into the woman and said: “I’m sorry if I’ve offended you.” Just as the door closed behind me, I heard her say to my crew: “She’s a bitch.” My colleagues quickly came to my defense, but I didn’t stick around to hear the conversation through.
Once I was outside on the patio, I breathed a huge sigh of relief and quickly collected myself as one of the restaurant owners approached me to find out what had happened. I apologized for the inconvenience and asked if we could move to a more private part of the outdoor dining area. He was gracious and accommodating.
The shoot went on as planned, but the brief exchange between myself and the woman who decided for whatever reason she didn’t like me (despite not knowing or ever meeting me before,) lingered in my heart. The thing is…
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Editor: Matthew Auerbach
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