Yesterday I went for a hike with my ex-wife and a friend of ours that we hadn’t seen in a while. Shortly after we began the hike I received a text and when I went to check it the friend turned to me, “Oh, are you one of those people that can’t be without their cell phone? My husband is like that.”
Before I had a chance to respond she had already moved on to the next subject – quick as a flash! If I had wanted to rebut her, i.e. state my case, or at least tell her what a douche she was, I would have had to circle back to the subject of texting which would have made me look like a defensive paranoiac.
So I sat there stewing not saying anything. I have to admit, however, her hand was well played. There is no defense against the stealth insult – it’s passive aggressiveness at its finest. Think about it: You don’t expect your friend to insult you, so the insult actually takes a few moments to land. It’s like laying dynamite with a fuse.
In my Walter Mittyesque fantasies I possess a shock ray that automatically emanates from me upon insult, paralyzing its victim’s vocal chords. I then proceed to list every single World Series going back to 1940, how many games it went, along with a running commentary on the highlights.
Now that’s a pleasant hike.