Three Out Of Four Ain't Bad
When we moved into a new neighborhood, I was pleased to find new friends almost immediately. Our new home and neighborhood are wonderful. It seemed like a very friendly community. Jen is down the block, Marcia is next door, and Lisa is around the corner. I was invited to join them for morning coffee during my first week there.
Our kids and dogs are an incentive to establish new friendships. We go out walking dogs to the park. Our kids go along and play together there. Everything was pleasant until I offered to sell them some products from the herbalifeline.
Jen and Lisa liked their cleaning products as much as I do. I use them all the time now. Marcia did not. She did not care that they were gentle on the planet. She spent ten minutes a day complaining how she preferred her old brand cleaning products.
The cleaning products are effective and I know since I use them in my house. But Marcia disagreed on that. She told me they didn't work as well as what she bought from the store. They didn't clean the floors as well. They left soap scum in the tub. Even the dishwashing soap was not good enough. After refusing a refund, I began to wish she would drop the subject. She declined but continued to gripe.
OMG, how I wish she would. She continued to gripe until the bottles were empty. Then after apologizing, she bought her old brands. I was not going to see my family starve because of her lack of ordering so that was fine.
There came a time when I felt like putting on my black helmet and riding my bike to an isolated area and screaming for five minutes. That ceased being an option since Lisa offered to ride with me. I said I didn't have time.
The other two friends could barely keep a straight face. I would have loved to take my schwinn mountain bike out for a ride with them. But I wasn't willing to with Marcia. I would wait and ride with my kids after school.
I had no intention of riding with Lisa. It is hard enough being friendly during the coffee break. She makes me want to eat two chocolate doughnuts instead of one. Of course we hear about how perfect her children are. Her husband is a combination of Russel Crowe and Mr. Rogers. To top it off, her dog is a purebred while ours are rescue dogs.
While I love my home and neighborhood, Marcia is a trial. We all consider our own kids superior, but don't need to brag every day about it. I like to compliment the other girl's kids. I do not put people down as Marcia seems inclined to do.
