The Petty King
It was the next day. I had arrived at church and was making my way to the second hour of it: Sunday School.
I sat down, when Jared (or Jacob? I can't remember the code name I gave for him) walked in. He stared at me, and started doing that thing where he rubs his two pointer fingers together.
You know, like:
I stared at him.
". . . what?" I asked, as he repeated the hand gesture.
"Shame on you."
I furrowed my brow.
"I'm not sorry," I said, cause I wasn't.
"Well shame on you."
I shrugged and said, "Okay."
He was just proving to me the bullet I dodged.
Jared moved to the front of the class because, as fate would have it, he was teaching Sunday School that day.
The lesson began, and he asked for a comment. I raised my hand to offer one.
And the bro made eye contact with me . . . and called on someone else. . . while maintaining eye contact with me.
I was confused, hoping that he hadn't just done what I thought he had done.
He asked for another comment.
I raised my hand again.
And he - once again - made eye contact with me, and called on someone else.
"Oh he did not just do that," I mumbled to myself.
After that, whenever he asked for a comment, I raised my hand, whether or not I actually had something to say. I just wanted to challenge him.
And guess what happened?
He ignored me every. single. time.
My arm was tired, but I raised it nonetheless.
I felt like freaken Hermione Granger.
After about 15 minutes of doing this, he — once again — made eye contact with me, and called on someone else.
"Rude," muttered the woman next to me.
"I know right?" I said. "I'm not making this up, right? He's ignoring me?"
"Oh he totally is."
He asked for another comment. I raised my hand. NO ONE ELSE HAD THEIR HAND RAISED. And you know what he did? He looked at me, and while making eye contact, called on someone else WHO DIDN'T EVEN HAVE THEIR HAND RAISED TO MAKE A COMMENT.
"Oh my gosh," I said.
"Ridiculous," said the woman next to me.
She became my new best friend.
Thankfully, this time, a good amount of people laughed, cluing him in that what he was doing was obvious to everyone.
"Okay, Carmen, do you have something to say?" he said.
"Yes, I do," I said, and pulled some comment out of my butt.
I kept my tired arm down the rest of class.
I thought I was done with him.
But there was more to come.