No more finger buns for you..
Strolling through the shops on Saturday afternoon, hand in hand with my daughter who was behaving for once, I saw a familiar face heading my way..
“Jenny” I called out. I smiled. I waved.
Jenny on the other hand looked straight through me. Flashing me the perfect bitch face, she pushed past me and turned down an aisle. I watched her back in confusion as she wobbled away.
“Oh, that’s right” I sighed, remembering momentarily about the drama that was going on between Jenny and I.. or more accurately, between Jenny and Jenny. I had recently became the target of her passive aggressive narcissistic behavior, the only problem was that I kept forgetting about it.
“What?” My daughter asked, smiling up at me with her fathers blue eyes. Thankfully she hadn’t noticed Jenny fob me off, but she had overhead my ‘ahh-ha’ moment.
“I forgot about the cheese” I distracted her and directed her down another aisle.
Jenny had been ignoring me for weeks now. It was clear that she wanted me to know that she had the shits with me. Part of me just wanted to walk straight up to her and wave in her face until she acknowledged me, but Jenny was unpredictable and prone to over the top outbursts. Not something I wanted my daughter to witness, nor something I really wanted to be on the receiving end of. All of this drama over something as stupid as a finger bun.
Yes, that’s right, a finger bun..
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Jenny is a mother I know from my daughters school. The only thing I know about her is her name, her daughters name, and the fact that we both volunteer in the school canteen.
Some canteen volunteers have accounts so that their children can order food (cash free) when their parents aren’t there. Jenny is one of these parents.
A few weeks ago, I was in the canteen and Jenny’s daughter approached the window to order her 4th finger bun for the day. I suggested her daughter pick something other then a finger bun. I wasn’t comfortable giving her a 4th finger bun, I thought it was excessive and Jenny wasn’t there to say if that was OK or not. Her daughter refused to pick something else, insisting on a finger bun, which i gave her.
Well little did I know what a crime I had committed.
The above sequence of events quickly changed into a story about how I refused to serve her child (full stop) and then escalated into threats of how she was going to slap me across the face if i came anywhere near her.. really..
The parents who over heard her threats reported it to the principal and before I knew it, she was being reprimanded.. now she hates me and it’s all my fault..
So now what now? Who knows.. I’ll just have to add her to my list of haters and move on. Though I cant guarantee I’ll remember she hates this time either. Meh..