I can’t tell you how long and full of irritation the last several days have been. Suffice it to say, my brain is filled only with disparaging things to say. So instead of my own words, here are some snippets from a conversation I overheard in a St Paul coffee shop last month:
SCENE: Two old women are discussing their business plans for some kind of jewelry party thing? Some sort of business where you invite friends to your house and try to make them buy stuff. Their conversation has gone off on a tangent about a friend who has a parent with Alzheimer’s.
Woman #1: The way it works, if you’re nice in your lifetime, when you get Alzheimer’s, you turn mean, but if you were mean during your lifetime, the Alzheimer’s turns you nice.
Woman #2: Really! I wonder which one I’d be.
LATER:
Woman #1: I just discovered this new app, I don’t know if you’ve heard of it–
Woman: #2: Oh! Is it Tinder?
Woman #1: Mmm…no.
(The app is called “Next Door”)
LATER: The topic of conversation is now a woman they know and hate, who is part of the same local business women’s group of which they are a part.
Woman #2: I’m going to tell her, “this isn’t a group to recruit for other groups.”
Woman #2: She knows EXACTLY what she’s doing.
Woman: #1: Oh yeah. She knows. She’s a manipulator. A MASTER manipulator. She’s been doing this for a looooong time.