A wild-eyed woman gets in my way and won’t let me pass. She looks familiar.
‘Jacqui, you evil cow! Give me a good reason not to slap you.’
Only one woman who uses playground insult like this.
‘Easy, Bettie, love. No need for violence.’
‘You told me to “leave the bastard”. You ruined my life.’
Bettie gobbled up every word I said. Not much of a challenge, not much fun.
‘Love, you chose to leave him. You ruined your life all by yourself.’
My mobile comes to the rescue.
‘Have to go, love. Important business. Donna, love. What’s the matter?’