A Slice of Humble Pie

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I could hear hurried rustling. Then a boy called out, “Go away!” Exactly what my friend’s son would say. I sighed in relief. I had the right house after all.

I knocked again.

An exasperated female voice called out, “Well, open the door and find out who it is!”

The door cracked open a bit. Two eyes peered out.

“Who is it?”

The two eyes squinted hard at me.

“It’s an old lady!” He called back.

Wait! When did that happen?

Damn my GPS.

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28 thoughts on “A Slice of Humble Pie

  1. LOL, that was cute. Kids have no manners, do they? I was about 23 the first time one called me “old.” My favorite comment was, “you’re not too ugly, for a girl I mean.” Compliment or not, I’ll treasure that one for the rest of my life.

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  2. LOL, oh noooo! It’s like the first time that at a Mexican restaurant and the waiter did not call me señorita… he called me Señora. I had no appetite after that. I didn’t eat Mexican food for months. Why, that was the last bastion of youth — being called señorita at the Mexican restaurant…
    Huge hugs!

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