Recently I’ve seen a few videos where adults (probably early to late 20s) are talking about being ruthlessly bullied in Sephora and Target by teenage/middle school girls, and it kinda got me thinking about telling my own personal story.
It’s not, like, the exact same situation, since it wasn’t in a store, and I’m not even sure how old this girl was, but I find the story kinda funny, so I figure I’ll tell it anyways.
I had a friend, who I’ll just call Ralf. His Golden Birthday was coming up and so, me and another of our mutual friends (I’ll call him Steve), were planning to bake a cake for him. Steve was still in college, and had a final exam the day we planned to make it, so I ended up just making it instead, and he’d frost it the next morning.
Steve’s cousin was currently living with him, and was on the phone talking with a girl, who, at the time, I assumed was his ‘not girlfriend’ (like, they both liked each other, but she had a boyfriend, so it wasn’t going to work out, type deal).
I made a comment about the cake, something a long the lines of, “Oh, boy! The cake might finally be done!” because it took three tries in the oven for the middle to finish cooking (the pan was too small and the cake expended).
The girl over the phone goes, “Oh my god, she sounds like an old woman.”
The cousin, very quietly responds, when he puts the phone closer to his mouth, “You can’t say stuff like that, you’re on speaker.”
I never responded to her. I figured I might’ve just misheard her, or she could’ve been talking about something else, because, when I did suspect she was talking about me, I was just really confused like, I don’t even know you???
Some time passes, and I pulled the cake out of the oven (finally). I asked if he knew how to get it out of the pan, since I’d never done that before, to put it on a cooling rack.
The girl goes, a little louder this time, “Why can’t you just bake your fucking cake at your own house?”
And that time I thought, Wh—Hello?? Why the attitude?? I could literally give two shits about your ‘not boyfriend.’ There is no need for the jealous act.
I didn’t say anything though, because, again, I was just confused, and wasn’t too bothered by it.
No other incidents occurred, and I just waited for Steve to get back to see what he wanted to do next.
I messaged him the next morning about it, told him it was just a super confusing situation, and just wanted to know what the deal was.
During that time, I found that was not his cousin’s ‘not girlfriend.’ That was his cousin’s cousin.
And I just went, “Wait, her sounding like a jealous girlfriend makes even less sense!”
Steve said he’d take care of it, and I told him there was no need, because I really didn’t care, and it’s not like I’d ever see her. Really, I just didn’t want to make a mountain out of a mile hill.
I was just, so confused, and thought the situation was bizarre.
But to this day, I still have absolute no idea what her damage was.
On a lighter note, Ralf did end up enjoying his cake. :D
