I am but a lowly member of society. Lower than a proletariat – I’m not even working-class. I’ve been judged for the way I look, the way I dress… or at least I suppose that is why I was judged. I resemble a plebe.
It was about 21 years ago. I’d just moved into my own house, miles away from where my mother was trying to sell hers so that she could be closer to me. Since I was already in the area, I was shopping around new subdivisions for her. For a while we were considering sharing a home–a big one–so I went to my local bank manager to see what I could get pre-approved for. He gave me a number and so out I went.
I walked into one sales office and was looking over floor plans. There were two sales people, a man and a woman; both smiled at me and let me look, which was fine I supposed. Then a couple walked in. Both sales people pounced. Now here was a sale!! I waited patiently for the other potential customers to leave and then finally I guess the sales lady got tired of seeing me there (or assumed if she didn’t talk to me I’d never leave – I might even scare away real buyers!) and came over to ask if she could help me.
“This one,” I said, pointing.
“Yes, that’s a very nice house. The second largest.” She smiled, humoring me.
“I’m thinking about buying one. Can I see your lot layout?”
She stared at me.
“I’ve been pre-approved for $250,000…”
Never seen anyone move so fast in my life.
I took the information and left. I didn’t go back.
Among the synonyms for lowly, are average, dutiful, humble, modest, and unpretentious.
There are also these: common, inferior, poor, submissive, and unassuming. Ah, how ironic.