She had a long list of things to do. She was trying to figure out where to start from…and was also trying her best to suppress the rising voice inside her screaming “You are sooooooooooo incompetent.” Suddenly she saw a familiar face rushing towards her. May be she should ask for some advice...
The person had reached her (a little out of breath from the running). The person gave a big smile and said, “Welcome back, you are misfortune.”
A moment…
Then the brazen insult hit her like a physical blow.
She could feel her facial muscles contort and knot themselves up into a tight frown.
She could feel blood shoot up to her cheeks almost threatening to set her face on fire.
She could feel herself slipping into the defense mode with her severely bruised ego taking precedence over all other sane emotions.
And then it began.
“You ran down a flight of stairs, jostled past people to tell me THIS? You hardly know me…yet you think passing a cruel comment about me would be absolutely ok? You could have at least kept your opinions to yourself. Tell me, what good would come out of THIS? This is unfair, unacceptable, unjustifiable…”
She had to pause…she was gasping for breath.
The person had a confused...and embarrassed...and apologetic countenance.
“Er…I meant Miss…(pause)…Fortune.
Last time you were here a lot many good things had happened…so…”
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…
PS: Such misfortunes…seldom come along.
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