So here’s the thing. I’m standing in the supermarket queue
this afternoon and a woman approaches me.
I know her by sight; her daughter was in S&H’s class last year and
they played cricket together this year.
I have seen her numerous times, at the school, at cricket, hell even in
this very supermarket. She has never
spoken to me, nor I to her. I’m not part
of that “mother’s group”.
She says to me, “Are you S&H’s mother?” to which I
tentatively respond in the affirmative. In that split second, all manner of
disastrous scenarios play out in my head. Why is she talking to me now, after two years
of ignoring me? It has to be something bad. Oh God, please no. Has S&H been mean to her daughter? I don’t even know her daughter’s name
FFS. And why now? Could she not approach me at school? Am I going to be forced to defend my son and
try and calm a hysterical woman while standing in the Ten Items or Less line? I immediately adopt a defensive stance,
physically and mentally.
“Oh”, she says, “I’m (blah), (blah blah’s) mum. We are starting up a contact list for the
grade, you know, so that we can stay in touch over the summer? We were wondering if you wanted to join?”
WTF. You ignore me
for two years, don’t even make eye contact in the hallways when you are walking
with your kid, you never speak to me, even when you sit next to me at cricket…and
now YOU WANT TO KNOW IF I WANT TO BE ON YOUR FUCKING CONTACT LIST???? SO WE CAN
“STAY IN TOUCH” OVER SUMMER????
Naturally, I declined.
