The Confrontation that Could Have Gotten Ugly...if I Wasn't a Lady
My friend who was visiting from out of town and I went to the Strawflower shopping center for yogurt, had not even passed the woman's place of business when she burst out of her door and said hello then continued past us. She asked if Ingrid--blondish, blue-eyed Swede--was my daughter. Oh, she (Ingrid) just turned 64 on Thurs. I was so stunned by the question, I couldn't even answer. Anyway, I went into the bathroom at Brazzleberry, and when I came out, the "business woman" was walking in the door saying, "Oh there she is." Came up to me: A: Will you do my a favor? P(me): What's that? A: Take me off that list. P. Okay. A: I don't know any of those people; I don't know if they come into my shop or not and if they're members of that group. And YOU JUST WALKED RIGHT BY AND DIDN'T EVEN COME IN! I don't need this--I'm in this alone here. P: Okay, fine. ...