my almost perfect monday

Ugh. I was having such a good day until I got off the phone with someone a couple minutes ago. First off, he called me "young lady." I hate that. I'll probably appreciate it when I'm 50 or so...actually, you know what...I'm pretty sure I'll hate it then too. But I can deal with that...I mean, it's such a gorgeous day. But then, he asked for our monthly rates, and I told him what they were (to preface, they're really not that high). Then the following words were exchanged:

KIND SIR: "Whoa!" (As if I should be shocked that I just said that number.) "That's a lot! Now what all does that include, water, electric, and sewer?"

ME: "No, actually it's just electric."

KIND SIR: "Now that's way too much."

LONG PAUSE: (me wondering exactly what he was waiting for me to say)

KIND SIR: "Well, good luck with that!" (said in a very sarcastic/rude manner that was meant to convey he believes nobody will ever camp with us, which they do--and often comment on how low our rates are)

ME: "Thank you." (said with a giant smile on my face that I'm sure he could hear in my voice)

KIND SIR: "Bye." (said with every ounce of finality he could muster)

ME: "Goodbye." (in a most pleasant "Have a nice day" kind of voice)

Okay, I'm over it. But I promise it was very traumatic about five minutes ago.

On a lovelier note, it's beautiful out, most of the trees have flowers on them (including the apple tree right outside my window), our prime time seniors' work retreat started today (so there are about 35 seniors around, eager to make the camp even more beautiful), and there's food service all week. So all in all (even despite "KIND SIR") I think it's going to be a very lovely week.