And got called a “fucking bitch”, among other lovely things in Arabic, for my troubles.
For context, this was in the waiting room at the doctor’s. This guy wasn’t even a patient but was sat with his friend who had a cast on his leg. They both treated the waiting room as their own living room with used tissues on the coffee table, shoes taken off (he was walking around the surgery in socks and demanding to be seen, although it seemed like there was a backlog of patients that afternoon so none of us were going anywhere).
As his phone volume got increasingly louder with the misogyntic shorts, I asked him if he had headphones. He pretended to not understand English, so I asked his friend if he did so he could translate. Then he asked me if I was selling some š he then grabbed his stuff and stormed out of the waiting room but not before going on a whole rant in Arabic, interspersed with “fucking bitch” thrown my way. I suppose when your English tutor is Andrew Tate that will probably be one of your go-to phrases.
The administrative staff later told me that he’s been asked not to come back, so there’s the silver lining at least.
The entitlement is something else.
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That is a pathetic boy. Iām sorry you had the displeasure of being in his presence.
I applaud your courage here. Some of these men are unhinged. I doubt I would have spoken up.