Scene: Big Lots, Sunday afternoon around 4:15 PM
I spotted D. and her teenage daughter shopping in the cleaning products aisle. D.'s son is a friend of my daughter, Savvy.
I passed D. once. Our eyes met. She said nothing. I said nothing. I wanted to ask her something, but probably should have kept my mouth shut. I circled around, my heart beating, my thoughts racing. I looked at her, looked away, and then looked back again to start the conversation:
ME: You're D., right?
D.: Uh, yeah. Hi.
Me: Do you know who I am?
D.: Yeah, you used to live next door to G. (her brother-in-law).
Me: Yeah. I hear that you think that my daughter, Savvy, is going down the wrong path.
D.: (Jaw drops, stunned silence for about 3 seconds) I never said that.
Me: Well, that's what Savvy was told by your son.
D.: Well, I never said that (stammering)
Me.: Savvy has her faults, but lying isn't one of them. Or maybe you heard that from my sister-in-law??
D.: Well, we work together.
Me.: I know. Let's just hope I don't hear anything like that again. (Me, making a dramatic turn back to my shopping).
<heart pounding, sweating profusely, can't wait to get out of there>
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