You can say a lot without saying a lot
Monday I was at a job location with some coworkers, all women. We’re all about the same age. We four were the advance crew, setting up for a project prior to the client’s arrival the next morning.
CR says something like, "I thought MG might come over and help set up … but I guess she’s just planning on showing up for lunch tomorrow, when the hard work is all done." (Now understand that this was all in good fun and we'd have carried on the same babble if she were standing right there ... and she'd be dishing it right back at us. She’s a stitch.)
“Oh, did you hear one of her girls is expecting, again?” asked SW.
CR said, “How many grandchildren does that make for her?”
“I don’t know but it's a bunch,” said ML.
"About a hundred and twelve, I think," chortled SW. She asked ML, “You have grandkids, don’t you?”
ML said, “Ya, from my husband’s side, not mine … but I still consider them mine. We have two.”
I’m saying nothing, nothing at all, just keeping quiet, staying on-task, doing what needs to get done through all of this idle chatter.
SW says, “You know, the three of us (referring to herself, CR and me) should have a contest to see which of us gets to be a grandma first.”
I stopped in mid-motion, turned around and looked from SW to CR to ML and back again. I could feel myself slowly turning color, on fire, exploding ... and I blurted out, in spite of clamping my hands tightly over my mouth … “I WIN!!! I WIN!!!”
Andrea, your turn ….
