Telefun

This morning, on my way to work, I got one of those rare treats that only someone who’s a total bitch on the inside actually enjoys overhearing. A woman who I don’t like or respect, but whom I see all the time was on the phone, shrieking hysterically, “What? Does he think I look stupid? I mean, come on!” She was even accenting her telephone tirade with forehead clutching.

Glorious. Me, muttering under my breath: “Yes, you do look stupid.”

Then a tiny part of me felt bad because maybe she isn’t stupid, and I’ve just misunderstood her all along. Maybe I should have given her a chance to prove how not stupid she really is. And then that tiny part of me died as the rest of me—the bitchy part—laughed and remembered how stupid I really think she is.