"No. No. No. No. Nooooo..." I said quietly to myself, hoping the mantra would offer some protection... perhaps by rendering me invisible or causing the bitch to go temporarily blind.
For the most part, I am a pretty social guy. But there are a few people that I just don't want to socialize with. Ever. One such person crossed my path quite unexpectedly as I was heading to the bakery for a donut with chocolate frosting and sprinkles on top...
"Hey Dave!" she squeals.
"Kill me. Kill me. Kill me. Kill me. Kill meeeee..." I scream in my head.
Alas, no heart attack or drive-by shooting interceded, and I was forced into a conversation about inconsequential crap with somebody I despise. Ordinarily I'd feel bad about it, but she hates me enough to have screwed me over (alas not literally) on a couple occasions, so I don't.
The fun part is that she doesn't know that I know. So I have to play nice in public.
Errrr... unless she reads my blog.
In which case I hope she leaves me a comment letting me know, so that I can stop pretending to be nice in public.
Karma's pendulum of fate swung back in my favor, however, when I got to the bakery and snagged the very last donut with chocolate frosting and sprinkles on top.
Proving that life is okay every once in a while.