“I don’t know if I’m an activist or lobbyist,” declared the well dressed brunette standing to my right.
“Why do you say that?” asked a distinguished gentleman who had recently joined our impromptu cluster.
“Well, I like to express my views about things, particularly when it comes to government, drug companies, oil companies and the like,” the brunette replied.
“A lobbyist is someone who tries to persuade legislators to vote for legislation that favors whoever the lobbyist’s is representing,” offered a bright young fellow, dressed smartly in a maroon sweater and beige pants.
“Do you speak directly to legislators?” asked the distinguished gentleman.
“Well, no,” she said.
“Then I must be an activist,” the brunette reasoned, proudly.
“An activist is someone who actively engages in advocating for reform, you know, like an animal rights activist,” remarked the bright young fellow. He seemed to know a lot about this sort of thing.
“Are you actively involved in advocating for reform?” inquired the distinguished gentleman. He struck me as being very non-judgmental.
“Not really,” she admitted.
“Well, I guesh yer not a activished,” slurred the tipsy guy. “Hey, maybe yer a polygamished,” he suggested.
“I think you mean, protagonist,” said the distinguished gentleman, after the group had stopped snickering.
“A protagonist is the main character in a drama,” explained the young fellow.
“Guesh that’s not it,” said the tipsy guy, as he staggered forward and bumped into the brunette.
“I think you’re a complainer,” bluntly stated the petite blond, who had been standing quietly during the exchange.
“A complainer!” the brunette replied indignantly.
“Yes. It sounds like you do a lot of talking about things you don’t like, but you don’t do anything about it.”
“Well, I never,” fumed the brunette.
“Do you write letters to members of parliament or join protests or organize boycotts?” asked the blonde, with a tinge of sarcasm.
“Well, no,” admitted the brunette, sheepishly.
“Do you think the Berlin Wall would have come down or Hosni Mubarak’s reign of terror in Egypt would have ended if people had just sat around complaining about things,” said the blonde, really heaping on the sarcasm. She apparently wasn’t afraid of a good verbal joust.
“Technically, ma’am, you have to take action in order to accomplish anything,” added the young fellow.
“I’m afraid they’re right,” said the distinguished gentleman sympathetically.
“You people don’t understand,” huffed the brunette, before stomping off to join another group. In the process, she bumped the tipsy guy, causing him to spill his drink on himself.
“What a jerk that guy is,” she declared to her new friends.
“Case in point,” declared the blonde as we all looked in astonishment at the brunette.
“She musht have been a writer for Sheinfeld!” said the tipsy guy.
Have an outspoken day!
“Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind.” – Dr. Seuss ♥