A voice was heard behind me, and when it spoke, it wasn’t what I was expecting.
“We don’t like you. You should leave now and not come back.”
I turned to see whom it was that was speaking and were they speaking to me?
There was a woman there, I didn’t think I knew her and I was sure she was speaking to someone else.
“It’s you,” she said, “ you are the bane of my existence. Everything about repeals me. I think you should be dead. You are to me already, and I think if you did die I wouldn’t miss you, I’d celebrate.”
She spoke with such precise deliberateness. I had to ask why?
“You are smelly, prickly, socially inept, spineless and a burden to society. You engender distrust wherever you go, and you are beyond being a loser.”
“But you don’t know me,” I retorted.
“Yes, I do. I attended your recent lecture on social mores. It was disgusting. Did you even research the topic? Did you not know your audience? It was a waste of time and money, and I’ve asked for my money back.”
The woman left me feeling flabbergasted. What do you say when spoken to that way by a relative stranger? I found her unsavoury and unpleasant. The less I had to do with her the better.
I spoke to her as polite as I could.
“You are entitled to your opinion. I’m sorry if I disappointed you. I would suggest the next time I am asked to speak, you stay home and wallow in your own tub of misery. Have a good day.”
Written for: https://lindaghill.com/2018/04/20/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-april-21-18/
Morpethroad 
Bravo.
Thanks Di. I think it was deserving.
Wow! What a miserable human being!
Yes and they are so easy to write about, just get your head in their face and go for it…thanks so much Manuela for stopping by.
You told her for sure.
I guess so. Thanks john hope you are doing well.
I’m still circling the drain.
Take care of you
What an unsavory rhymes-with-itch. I’m glad you didn’t let her get to you!
The further I went with this the more determined i became. Thanks for the encouragement
👍🏻
What a meanie…she definitely did not feel loved enough as a child…
Yes you could say that. What a sad life to contend with. Thanks Jami for stopping by.