So, I've dropped my MIL at the door of the medical clinic and gone to park my vehicle in the lot; just as I grab my sweater (waiting rooms in the South are refrigerated in the summer months) and purse, a small gray butterfly makes a beeline out of the back seat.....and alights on my bare upper arm. This was a small, tastefully-hued butterfly with red racing stripes and striking small touches of black and white. Enchanted, I kept walking toward the building and gazing at my hitchhiker.
An elderly couple were headed in the opposite direction, and in the spirit of 'sharing the moment,' I exclaimed, "Look at this little butterfly! Isn't it wonderful?" The woman said, "Shall I get rid of it for you?" and even while I cried, "NO!" she punted the poor butterfly off my arm with an enameled trigger-finger. I was so horrified that I blurted, "That was mean!"
And it was, too. The butterfly was flying when last seen, but no thanks to the lady's attempted murder/assault. I know I'm probably being silly, but honestly, it upset me all the rest of the day. Who would do that? How can someone so completely misunderstand, and miss, an offer to share one of life's delights?