A Few Ants Short of a Picnic

[annundriel]

Worked an hour and a half at the library today and got a bit annoyed at one person. My first day, this person came in and started talking to me and wanted to know if I was married or had kids (this has been happening a lot to me lately). No on both counts. Today she came in and said, "I hear you're in love."

I was busy helping another patron, but said, "Well, you heard wrong."

"You're not in love?"

"No."

"Really."

"Not in love."

"Are you saying someone's lying to me?"

"Yes. Because I'm not."

And then she left.

After work, though, I walked over to the store to say hi to Mom and found out that the very same person had been in talking to her. And she'd said something that just made Mom angry and ready to slap her. I guess she came in and said the usual "I just talked to your daughter, blah blah blah, nice girl, blah" followed by, "I hear congratulations are in order."

"Oh?" Mom said.

"On her engagement."

"What?"

At which point Mom disabused her of the idea.

But what the hell? Seriously. What. The. Hell. I knew this person was, well, someone whose cheese had slipped at least partway of her cracker, but geez. I hadn't really been exposed to it first-hand before.

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[annundriel.livejournal.com]

re:1) Every time I'm asked, I think, "Really?" Because I just don't think of myself as being mature enough. And I can be pretty mature.

re:3) I hadn't really considered the type of people you must get in Starbucks. You could write a book, "Crazies in Need of Coffee." Or something.