we ran into a friend of pooldad's today.
she is the ex-wife of his best friend.
his best friend was the guy he was living with when i met him.
he had separated from her and moved in with pooldad before he and i ever met.
got all that? goodie.
so, this friend? - let's call her marge- recognized pooldad from a distance and came over to say hi.
she more than said hi.
oh - side note - pooldad is 54 years old. marge is 50. their friendship was over 30 years ago. and when i say friendship that is exactly what it was - she was always the best friend's girl until he left her.
okay....just to set a little more background. - we haven't seen marge for over 14 years.
today ... in the course of one of the most torturous 30 minutes of small talk i have ever endured i actually heard this woman say to my almost 13 year old daughter:
"oh you don't know me but your father and i used to do all those things that your parents warn you not to do." wink::wink::nudge::nudge
to say wallene looked like a deer in headlights would not be exaggerating. she has been raised to be polite and respectful of adults - but i thought the poor kid was going to choke on a french fry while imagining her mother smacking marge unconciousness with her cane. she couldn't figure out who to look to - me? pooldad? marge? god?
the child was sucking air at that point.
to be honest? i could [almost] handle marge saying "so, pooldad's grandma, she dead yet?" [i replied "no, she is 98 and just fine." tyvm.] and that was just an early question before i realized how drunk she was...but....then we got her query of: "yeah, heard pooldad's ex wife died...what's up with that?" [losing my patience a bit i answered: "you already know all the details marge, why, exactly, are you asking?"] i could even tolerate her hanging off of pooldad like a clinging vine for a half an hour.
i really do have a cane and i will absolutely use it.
upside your head.*
[*thank you amy. seemed more appropriate than what i originally wrote. hee]