So, John decides to come up to me one day - out of the blue - and tries to up his status among the class by picking on the one kid that had no friends - again, me.
“So, I saw your father yesterday.”
This was curious. I knew my father was at work, so it was highly unlikely that John would have happened to cross paths.
“You did?” I asked. “Did you see him… at work?”
“Yes, I did,” John said, haughtily. “And I told him all the embarrassing things that you do in class.”
What an odd way to phrase that, I thought. “Uh huh,” I said. “That’s odd, because he didn’t mention anything last night when he got home.”
“Well, maybe that’s because he was so shocked by what I told him,” John said, doubling down.
“Tell me, John,” I said, slowly. “Did you just run into him at work, or were you a patient?”
John, obviously not expecting this question, answered. “I was a patient.”
I nodded. “That’s interesting, John.”
“Why?”
“Because my father is a gynecologist.”
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