So, there is this woman in my community. She is your quintessential southern woman. Fuzzy, blond hair. Sweaters that blink for every day of December. Overblown sense of entitlement.
She and I have served on community boards together. I, because I actually care about the state of our community, and she, because it's the socially appropriate thing for a woman of her station to do. Truth be told, she doesn't quite understand why poor people don't just save more money in the bank each month.
I understand that women of her "station" are necessary in charitable works because they have access to people who have money. But, I would never invite her to put her feet under my table.
Today, while having lunch with a friend, I noticed this woman enter the restaurant. And, as she was being led by the hostess directly by our table, she actually put her hand up to the side of her face so she could "avoid" seeing me and thus be obligated to speak. I was totally dissed!
But, I'm cool with it . . . because now I don't even feel the need to say "bless her heart" when speaking of her.
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