There are few things that I find more irritating than people who just blatantly lie about reality. I’m not necessarily talking about people who need to be medicated because they’re delusional, but rather those people who inflate otherwise ordinary circumstances in an attempt to garner pity for their perceived plight. I had a firsthand view of such inflation a few months ago when I was in line at the local Chipotle.
There was a woman standing in line in front of me who appeared to be a little bit hot and bothered by the whole ordering process. She didn’t understand how to order or what to order or how the process works at Chipotle. And that’s fine with me – I just figured that she was new at the whole thing and that this was probably her first time in the store. Everyone has a first time at a new place, right?
Well, this woman proceeded to order a burrito with nearly everything on it. And even though she was a big woman, I have no intent to get on her case about her weight in this post. As you might imagine, while the girl who was making the burrito was stuffing it full of just about everything, the wrapping burst open. The girl behind the counter looked up at the woman and asked if she’d like a newly folded wrapper or just a second burrito wrapper folded over the first one. The woman became somewhat distraught and said to just wrap the burrito in a second wrap.
The young girl behind the counter says okay in a cheery voice and begins wrapping the first, broken burrito in a second wrap. Then, randomly, the woman in line ahead of my screeches out, “You know what? Forget it! I hear what you’re saying! I can hear you talking about me – I’m standing RIGHT HERE! Forget it!” And she stormed out.
As the next guy in line, I was standing about a foot away from this woman and I was shocked. The people behind the counter were shocked. The people standing behind me were shocked. Not only did the young girl behind the counter not say a word about the second wrap, but nobody said a thing about the entire process as it unfolded.
Maybe the pressure of holding up a 25 person line so she could select every single topping and have it shoved into a burrito finally got to the woman who was standing in front of me. Perhaps she heard voices in her head mocking her for getting a quadruple-sized burrito when a regular-sized Chipotle burrito is more than adequate. Who knows what set this woman off, but set off she was and she made a scene as she exited the store.
The story goes on…
I finished getting my order and walked out to my car. As I’m walking towards my car I hear a hysterical person crying and screeching at someone. It turns out that the crazy woman was parked about a car length away from me and bawling her eyes out on the phone with what must have been her husband or boyfriend. Seeing an opportunity to eavesdrop and thus create content for this blog (and here we are!), I rolled down my window and sat in my car as I made it appear like I was looking for something on my phone.
What I heard was amazing. The crazy woman was angry and said some “snotty” little girl was talking about her after the burrito wrap split. She told the guy on the other end of the line that she “didn’t need this today” and that she was “having a really bad day.” Now I’ll write this upfront – I don’t know whether or not she was having a bad day. What I do know, though, is that the girl behind the counter was as pleasant and charming as any customer could ever ask for from Chiptole.
While I sat there and listened to her recount the lie about what actually happened, I started to get sick to my stomach for two reasons. The first reason was because I could never imagine being the guy on the other end of that phone. I have issues with contemporary ideas around marriage as it is, but imagine if you were the guy on the other end of the phone with a hysterical woman who was lying to you? Would you even know that she was lying? Would you be sitting at home or at the office and thinking, “Ugh… here she goes again. Fabricating another false reality. Tonight is going to suck when I get home.”
Who wants that hassle? Who wants to be with someone who needs so much attention that they lie about what is real and what is fake?
If you’re the guy on the other end of that phone, I have to imagine that you’re banging your head into the wall.
The second reason that I became sick to my stomach was because society has allowed a person like this to think that her bellyaching, bitching, and lying are acceptable behaviors. They’re not. They’re never going to be acceptable behaviors. You don’t cry and whine and fabricate reality when things don’t go your way.
And you especially don’t act like a spoiled child when your burrito wrap bursts.
My suspicion is that the crazy woman saw how nice and pleasant the girl behind the counter was and had a momentary mental break. That break pitted her unappealing attitude, bad hygiene, poor physical state, and increasing age against the otherwise very charming young girl working at the Chipotle. The utter clash in realities between what that young girl experiences in a day and the misery that the crazy woman encounters in a day was, I think, too much. I think that clash elevated the crazy woman’s level of self-loathing to a breaking point and her reaction was to storm out of the store and seek consolation from whoever was on the other end of that phone.
The moral of the story (if there is one) is that we need to make sure that we ground ourselves in reality. This woman made up an accusation to fit the story that her mind needed to create to get away from hating itself. Get over your misery, people. In the end, no one cares about your fabrications and falsifications besides yourself. Stop it! Take charge of your life and change those things that you hate about yourself! Nobody is going to do it for you – so get up and start doing it. Right now!
And for the love of all that is good, don’t go crazy inside the Chipotle store. People stand in that line way too long as it is without your mental break adding to their wait!