No, this is not a political post. I don’t do those. This is a story that takes place at a park where several friends and our children were gathered. One of my dear friends has an odd habit of accidentally calling me Becky when we’re in public, so, to get back at her, I’ll call her by the wrong name too.
As she was leaving, she waved and called, “Bye, Becky!”
I waved back: “See you later, Hillary.”
Only she didn’t look at me. Or wave to me. Or even smile at me. Read the rest of this entry