Thursday, July 2, 2015
Nothing is Right
I bumped into her in a breakroom. She offered me some baked goodies she made. They were kind of like a cross between a cookie and a muffin.
I said, "Thank you."
She said, "For what?"
I said, "For being nice to me."
That set her off. She started to leave but was slowed by her ranting, "What do you mean, 'Nice to you?' I'm nice to everyone, not just you. You are not special. I don't treat you different from everyone else."
People were staring at me, as if I had done something horribly wrong. Again.