My sometimes-nemesis at work, LINDA, has been harassing everyone at the spa to sign up for some lovely "business opportunity" (aka "pyramid scheme"), and she had yet to tackle me. Maybe she was saving the best for last? Who knows what goes on in the mind of LINDA. Anyway, she was getting ready to leave, while I was futzing around on my laptop, with our colleague Elisha also sitting at the table in the breakroom, texting away.
I felt LINDA looming next to me and glanced over to see her officiously holding a clipboard and poised pen.
"Christina, would you mind giving me your cellphone number?"
"Okay!" (Pen still poised, ready to write.) "Oh, you mean you would mind giving me your number?"
"Um, do you have an email address?"
"Yes. But I'm not going to give it to you, and I'm not interested in your 'business opportunities', either."
(Sputtering now.) "But, but what if I need to get in touch with you?"
"The spa has my number."
Finally vanquished, she retreated in disarray, slinking off to wherever LINDA lurks when not annoying me.
As soon as the door closed behind her, Elisha burst out laughing, "That was AWESOME!"
I demurred, explaining how hard it had been for me to overcome early indoctrination in people-pleasing politeness.
Elisha said with a smile, "That it was so hard for you makes it even MORE awesome!"
"Well, I'm forty years old. If I haven't learned by now how to stick to my guns, I might as well pack it in.
"You have ten years on me, that gives me a decade to grow some big, brass, Christina-Balls!"
For which I had no reply but laughter.