The meanness in me
All morning, we’ve had visitors to our new work digs. Usually, we’d not see these people anywhere near where we work. But because this is new, they had to come and have a look, lah. So it was, this group came in just now. I only know most of them by sight. There was one I knew more than by sight. She said hello and asked about the new digs, adding “nice place” .
My reply?
“It’s only furniture. A place to work.”
If she was surprised, she didn’t show it. But she left soon after that.
How would I feel if someone replied me that way? The thing is, I hardly, if ever, go and visit someone just cuz they have a new place.
Yah, I know. That’s just me. Different.
