so i'm having a gossipy conversation with someone at work. this someone is my closest friend at work, and would never repeat our discussions with anyone else. we happened to be standing by the ice machine. the ice machine is centrally located in the back of the house, between the two kitchen areas. we were discussing the sous chef's affinity for flirting openly and heavily with the bulgarian girl who does prep/salad work in the kitchen in the evenings when we're open for business, even if it's mid-dinner rush. we were saying we'd sure hope our husbands (her current hubby, and mine of my future) wouldn't flirt so with anyone, and isn't it interesting how he's cheated on his wife before? we implied we would guess as much by his behavior at work. he does have a known history of cheating on his wife, with whom he has two little boys. both husband and wife are about 3 years older than i am, and we all grew up on the cape. i was informed of his infidelities by that cunty ex-roommate of mine, who was and still is a friend of the wife in this story. for the record, i've heard it from others, too. specifically, everyone knows he was with this ugly white trash chick who used to work the counter at the local dunkin donuts franchise.
somebody overheard the conversation. i come to this conclusion after the facebook message that popped up on my iphone a few minutes ago. it said:
"i know i don't really know you, but i would appreciate it if you stopped telling lies about my husband cheating on my 10 times especially at his work
Thanks"
i wrote back:
"sorry, amber, i don't really know you either, but apparently something i said was overheard and taken out of context. i very clearly remember the conversation i had in which frank was mentioned, and those words never came out of my mouth. consider the possibility you have been misinformed as to my exact statements in the aforementioned conversation. i'm not sure where you got your information, but a mutual acquaintance and former co-worker of mine is the one who long ago divulged to me information regarding indiscretions in your marriage. it's absolutely none of my business, but i won't tolerate being called a liar by a stranger who didn't hear the entire conversation. a gossip? yes. liar? not intentionally. truly sorry for the misunderstanding. i will do my best to refrain from gossiping about you or your husband at work within earshot of anyone who might get it wrong again. i hope you remember that when people play telephone, words usually get twisted around or changed entirely."
too much? i can't believe i have to walk into work tonight and deal with this douchebag, frank. he sucks at cooking. he sucks at being faithful to his wife. he sucks at not flirting with the bulgarian girl. he sucks at not being a dick to me anyway, and as he's the kitchen manager and i'm the floor manager, i already can't escape him. why me? why can't a girl fucking gossip anymore? blah blah, i'm a terrible person for talking about this girl's marriage without knowing her. i do feel guilty that my (albeit misrepresented) sentiment may have hurt someone's feelings. i just don't feel like walking into this shit tonight.
GOSSIPING IS BAD! it will come back to bite you in the ass! who knew?