On a crowded sidewalk, around 8th and Main in downtown Cincinnati, I saw her and she saw me. Walking towards one another, I started to say hello. It had been at least two years since the last time we had talked.
As I approached her, she stared at me and kept on walking.
This surprised me. I stood there for a minute trying to figure out what had just happened. Now, days later, I think I know what the real deal is with her and it makes me sad and pissed off at the same time.
Here’s what I think is going on. She was a bartender at a place I would go to all the time back when I lived in Cincinnati. That bar is now closed. That’s how we lost contact.
We were friends; at least that’s what I thought. I would always have a good time with her and would always tip her well. She would always remind me of the times that she worked. She wanted me to be her customer
Now I’m not her customer and I’m guessing that’s why she can’t even say hello on the sidewalk. I’m no longer giving her generous tips. She no longer needs to be the actress and pretend we are actually friends.
I realize this stuff happens but I hate to be taken in my somebody. I hate to be played. Why are some people like this?
It doesn’t matter, I know that, but the next time we meet on a crowded sidewalk, I’m going to remember how to use that middle finger that I have. That’s a “tip” I don’t think she’ll like but maybe one she’ll remember.
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