Undercover Success... Tee Shirt by Bougie Girl Apparel
I am sitting in a coffee shop clacking away on my laptop. They are standing on the edge of my peripheral vision. I can make out faint voices but, I do not bother looking up. The writing muse is a jealous one. She will not stand for being ignored even for a brief moment. The whispering grows louder and I turn to see two well-dressed late 30ish women staring at me.
Upon a closer look, I recognize them from high school. They look perfectly preserved in a way which denotes wealth and privilege. As soon as I make eye contact, they saunter over to size me up.
They take in my loose mid-length ponytail, yoga pants, and black hoodie. They also take a gander at my ringless left hand. They exchange a smile between one another and then fire up their "mean girl" routine.
"How are book sales?" The shorter one asks
"Good, I suppose." I reply.
The taller one sneers at my response.
"Well, at the end of the day the most important thing in the world is family. My husband is really supportive of me being a stay at home mom."
Uh-oh, here comes the defensiveness of a woman with unrealized dreams clinging to her marriage as a way of validating her existence.
The shorter one chimes again,
"Well, to be honest I never thought that you would ever be successful. I mean you were such a disaster in high school. But, look how much you have accomplished since then..."
She lets the sentence trail off and fixes me with a look of contempt
This stumble down the briars and brambles of memory lane has gone on long enough. The writing muse does not like to be interrupted.
"It was nice catching up." I say turning back to my laptop.
Flummoxed with my lack of attention...the classmates from hell slink away in defeat.