I thought you'd enjoy this apt reminder about jumping to conclusions. (I'm reminding myself, too.)
I live in a very, very small house. And have a simple lifestyle.
When I started a job in a nearby office, a lady from another department (let's call her Mrs Snob) asked me where I lived.
"Oh, you poor dear!" She says,"Maybe one day you will be able to afford a proper home!"
After this, every time I met her, Mrs Snob would come out with snide little digs at me and how poor and common I am. And how lucky I was to work with "quality" people like her.
I chose to ignore it, though it did rather grind my gears.
Then, one day, we were both having lunch at work. Another colleague asked me if I knew whether "Lord X was doing a local history talk in the near future".
Mrs Snob instantly butted in, "Lord X? He and I are great friends, you know, I could ask him if you like. "
"I don't know," I said, "He usually does them in the warmer months, so he is probably starting them again soon. "
"I can call him tonight to ask!" Mrs Snob says, glaring at me, "Seeing as I actually know him. "
My colleague laughed, and Mrs Snob looked confused.
"What's so funny?" She asks.
"That.." my colleague says, pointing to me, "is his daughter. "
And from then on, Mrs Snob tried to be super nice to me!
Oh, and yes, my dad did know her. He described her as "that snobby cow" :)
They were definitely not "great friends".
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More strange cases here. Thanks, Bored Panda.
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