While waiting to pick up the kids today, I had an unusual conversation. More accurately, I was on the receiving end of a monologue about the state of this person’s marriage, their net worth, court orders in their possession concerning child custody, what type of person they like to date, and did I mention net worth? Repeatedly?
I didn’t say anything and I guess I didn’t need to. But should I have? I wonder which response would have worked for me:
1) “You really need someone better qualified than me to help you work through this traumatic situation”; or
2) “Just so you know right off the bat, I’m a writer, and wow am I using this.”
I always go for door number 2, Diane. ;-). There must be some peculiar and indefinable vibes that writers give off–tell me your life story!–because this happens to me all the time, too.
Love your blog, btw, just found it.
Mollys Mum from Scriv
Hee. Thanks!
I have never run into that parent again, thankfully.