I've never hit a women, but today I got close.
I was shaking when I sat down, with the effort to control my anger.
Those who know me, know I might grumble and get annoyed easily, but I don't have a temper, and few people have see me 'lose it'.
There are a group (5) of women who arrived late on Thursday night and woke me up by having a loud inconsiderate conversation in the passage outside out room. They woke me up at 7am this morning and I can hear one of their high whiney voices through the wall now.
I call them 'The Primark Women' due to their ski outfits which they think look expensive and classy but aren't. The other day during the ski hosting, one spent the whole morning on the phone yelling at her manicurist because her nails had chipped and how was she meant to go out. I kid you not. They've also complained loudly that this is the first time they have had to carry their own skis.
They are not my favourite people.
They had a minor strop this morning with us, on the ski busses. We were already all in the chalet bus when 5 of them appeared. Late. However the bus only had 4 seats. The chalet guy doing the driving asked if I minded sitting on the floor in the back, which I didn't as I am pretty easy going. Maria on the other hand is rather safety conscious, and objected (politely) as they all clambered in.
They then all got quite stroppy and clambered out, and the last we heard was one of them calling Maria "poker face over there". Still they were late, didn't say thanks when I moved to sit on the floor in the back, nor offered to sit their themselves when Maria objected, so we didn't care that much as we drove off.
I suspect this was part of the build up for the fight later on.
After a rather pleasant Sunday meal (roast) followed by an explanation of the 16 cheese on offer we all got up to sample the fromage on offer. A friend of mine was in front of me, Maria behind me and the Primark Women pushed in front of two other friends of mine behind Maria. Since there was more than enough cheese for everyone thrice over they didn't care and let them go.
we get to the front of the line, and a few cheese selections in there is a pause as one of the guests asks to take a picture of the chef and his wife serving the cheese. Barely a minute passes when the Primark Women get fustrated with having to wait. I guess those who seem to model themselves after Paris and Posh don't like waiting.
Maria gets pushed twice in the back as a 'hurry up'. Bare in mind we're in a chalet, there's enough cheese for everyone, and their is no reasons to rush at all. Maria being slightly less patient than me, leans back a bit in annoyance.
And then it starts to go a bit down hill.
I have no recollection of some of finer details as due to my subsequent anger, some of the exact words that were said are lost to me.
The Primark Women at the head of the queue starts to have a go at Maria. For leaning back, for not moving forward fast enough, but I think mostly for not wanting me to sit in a dangerous position on chalet bus in the morning.
I, sensing this, turn around, step back, position Maria in front of me, and say to her, somethign along the lines of "why don't you go in front". Again I can't rememberer the finer nuances of the words said next but the women says, "I would have done that too" to me, along with some insult to Maria.
I turn around and say (more or less) "Leave it alone, we're all trying to have a good time here, just relax". I was entirely non confrontational, calm and polite.
The women then launches into it, and starts really having a go. Again I say something along the lines of just leave it alone, we're all trying to enjoy our holidays here, this isn't anything worth the stress.
The women then starts waving her fork inches from my face and and insulting Maria repeatedly.
The red mist descends. Waving a fork in face doesn't help either.
It takes every ounce of my self control not to lose it. And I'm not someone who has a temper.
I raise my hand.
I put it on the fork and push the fork away from my face and lower it.
I say, "Stop insulting my girlfriend and leave it alone. We're on holiday and just trying to have a good time. Please stop this"
She threatens to punch me and then walks off.
I breath in, turn around select some cheeses and walk to sit down.
I count to 20. I look at my hands which are shaking. It's a reaction to anger.
I take a bite of cheese. I force my self not to cry. It's also a reaction to anger. I don't know why.
I joke with my friends and get over it.
I do not understand some people.
The world revolves around non of us.