“Mary, Mary, quite contrary…..” This nursery rhyme goes through my head frequently on Saturdays when I escort.
Another escort was walking with a client from the parking lot towards the door. M was pushed up against the client, talking the whole way as they approached. I attempted to place myself between M and the client when an opportunity arose.
M pushed her whole body against me, laid her arm across my chest and pushed hard. While she was doing this she was repeating words she has heard escorts say. “Give her some space. She needs her personal space. You are bothering her. Respect her space.”
My response was, “You are pushing her. She was talking to you.” M of course said, “No, she was talking to you. Give her some space.”I looked at the other escort and then the client. We all three chuckled and I moved to the side a little bit. Getting into a shoving match or verbal contest of ‘You did!’ ‘No, you did!’ wasn’t going to help maintain calm on the sidewalk.
The nursery rhyme still played in my head, but with different words than the traditional words of “How does your garden grow?”
Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?
“With lies and Hells, and plastic fetus shells, and crazy fundies all in a row.”
You made me chuckle again.
My pleasure! Laughter is the greatest weapon ever. 🙂
Those people have no limits.