Sometimes life is so funny

I had to log on and tell everyone about something odd that happened to me yesterday afternoon. I was in a local grocery picking up a few things for dinner when I saw a girl I'd gone to grammar and high school with. The woman, who grew up just down the road from me, was never friendly in school and she wasn't any different now it seemed. She was standing in a lengthy check-out line with one of her friends. By the looks of their basket, they were planning a cook-out. Anyway, her friend was holding a tablet (maybe a nook or kindle) and both were reading something. I thought little of it and stood there as she looked back at me ever so often to seemingly assert her belittling stare.

One minute turned to two and so on. Finally as the duo pushed their buggy to the register the clerk says, "I read on my Kindle all the time. What book are you reading?"

"Summer Rain," came the reply.

I swallowed hard and battled the rush of heat that shot through my body. It appeared that they were reading my book.

"Never heard of it," the clerk said. "Who is the author?"

"Arlene Knowell."

I pressed my lips together and looked at the floor to cloak my smile. The woman who wouldn't speak to me in line was reading a book I'd written. Talk about poetic justice!

The clerk shifted her mouth as she reached for the next item. "Is it romance?"

"Yes," the friend said with smile.

"I mostly read horror."

"You should read this, it's an edge of your seat book."

The conversation continued on as the trio talked about Arlene Knowell's books. Little did they know that Arlene Knowell was the woman behind them in line.

The moral of this story is: Chose your actions and words wisely....I've always heard that one might be entertaining angels...in this case it wasn't an angel, but someday when she figures it out, it will serve up the same kick in the pants!