This is the 54th installment of a 100-day challenge to write a new vignette every morning.
She says she has the ability to hear the soundtrack of your life. I say she’s full of shit.
She told me “It’s a Small World” is on my life’s soundtrack. Who even does that? I didn’t speak for a solid three minutes after she said that because I couldn’t fathom that I’d just received the worst insult known to humankind. Schoolyard bullies, it’s time to hang up your hats. It’s done. The most hurtful statement has been found, and now you can rest.
Every time I see an acquaintance in an unlikely place and think, even fleetingly, “Huh, small world,” I want to hunt her down and fill her car with mayonnaise.
I don’t need to hunt her down, though. She’s standing right there in aisle six, looking at different condiments. Mayonnaise, maybe. It really is a small world.
Miles Away 