Bumped Into My Brother-in-law While Taking, And Was Labelled “A Kitchen Waste Of A Single Woman”…

A Visit to the Hospital

My mother and I were at the University Hospital one day. My mother wasn’t feeling well, so she was referred to this University Hospital for a thorough examination after visiting a clinic near my parents’ house. Other than palpitations and dizziness, there was nothing to worry about, but I decided to take my mother to the hospital in case anything happened to her before the wedding.

My mother, who is in her mid-60s, appears young, but she could be diagnosed with a serious illness at any time. She had worried me by delaying marriage until she was in her 40s, and I felt I owed her for raising my brothers and sisters so well.

“Why don’t I pay for you to have a thorough checkup, Mom?” I suggested.

I had never felt so strongly before. This is what I have been earning money for. I want to assist in situations like this. Because I can’t take time off from my family, because a test could not be completed in one day, we had to go to the hospital several times. The tragedy occurred during the second of several hospital visits.

The university hospital was extremely crowded that day with long lines. My mother and I were waiting for a turn with a cup of hot tea in a space away from the waiting area where we could eat and drink. My phone then rang. It could be a work call. I left my tea with my mother and went to a location where I could take the call.

It was indeed a work-related call. It was a call to check that I was not going to change my surname at work when I joined the family register. I returned to my mother after the phone call, and I heard some yelling.

“What was she screaming at in the hospital? I hope my mother is all right.”

The Rude Man in the Suit

When I realized the yelling was aimed at my mother, I dashed over to her. My mother rose from her seat and bowed repeatedly to the man in a suit.

“Who is he?”

He was wearing an expensive-looking suit as well as a luxurious-looking watch and shoes. Pulled back hair, full of pride. The man who is yelling at my mother looks like a debt collector. He didn’t appear to be my mother’s friend, so I inquired as to what was going on.

“Excuse me for interrupting,” I said. “Did my mother harm you in any way?”

The man shifted his gaze to me and examined me from head to toe.

“She placed a cup of tea or something on the seat, and when I sat next to her, it fell and stained my suit. What are you going to do? I have business after this!”

I examined his suit more closely and it did appear to be slightly damp.

“I apologize sincerely. Let me pay for the dry cleaning,” I tried to say, but the man was unconvinced and interrupted me, yelling even louder.

The man shouting inside the hospital naturally drew a lot of attention. A few nurses came out and a crowd quickly gathered.

“I’ll let you off with a cleaning fee,” the man said, perhaps realizing that the situation had evolved. “Do you have any contact details? How can I contact you?” he inquired.

Oh no, I didn’t have my business card I always have on hand on days like this. A security guard called out to me.

“Are you alright? Is everything in order? Is there a problem?”

The gentleman clicked his tongue and tossed his business card at my feet.

“Make sure you call me,” he said. “There’s no point in fleeing. I have a close relationship with this hospital and I’m sure they will share your information with me.”

“What? What on Earth is going on? My mother and I are both sorry,” I tried to fight back, but he took one look at my hand and said,

“You’re single at your age? Women are said to have an expiration date, but you are not only expired, you’re unsold. Industrial Waste. You’re like raw garbage. A single woman.”

He was rude once more. As I was about to respond to the insult directed not only at me but at my mother, the man took off running to avoid being pursued by the security guard.

“What’s up with that impolite demeanor?” I’m furious. My gut was churning with disappointment over not being able to protect my mother and the rude man’s comment.

I bowed lightly to onlookers and security guards who had rushed to the scene out of concern and picked up the business card that had fallen at my feet. I was curious as to who the jerk was. I was perplexed as I read the name and title. So that’s what all of this was about. I canceled the checkup and returned home, prioritizing my mother’s mental health care.

“I’ll never forget that guy. I’m sure I’ll make him regret his rant against me and my mother.”

The Courthouse Encounter

I went to the courthouse about a week later. Of course, it wouldn’t be like in America, going to court over a stain on a suit. I saw a man I recognized walking toward me from the end of the main hall as I moved through the familiar halls, my heels clacking on the floor. I knew it.

“What should I say to him?” I wondered. As I was thinking, he looked up at me as I passed him and said,

“You’re the trashiest single woman from the other day, aren’t you? You’ve got to be kidding me. What exactly are you doing here? This isn’t the place for you.”

Yes, this is the same man who assaulted my mother and me the day before. I wanted to say something harsh to him right now, but I have an evil side to me. Every day I think about how I want to completely destroy evil by using my strong sense of justice.

“Oh, I’m very sorry about the other day. I believe you are Tom Dixon of the Honeywell Law Office.”

I brushed aside his rude outburst as I remembered his business card that had been thrown at me the day before. The man took offense and started talking about the suit incident, his mouth twisting in a nasty way.

“I had an appointment with a client at the hospital after that,” he explained. “And you embarrassed me. I don’t understand how a trashy woman like you could stain someone’s suit and then not call me back.”

Dixon worked as a lawyer. Of course, we happened to meet here today by chance. Because of his loud voice, I felt eyes on me from all sides. Lawyer Dixon began taunting me in a loud voice that people in the aisles could hear. I guess he wants to brag. Even though I’d have to call security if this continues, there are many men like this in the legal profession.

I was shaking my head, which irritated Dixon even more.

“Mr. Dixon, what’s with your loud voice?” said someone behind me.