"I'm so mad," she told me. "Friday's supposed to be my good day. It's supposed to be my great day. But today everyone is making me so mad and I feel like I'm about to start screaming and slapping people."
"Please tell me if I've done anything at all to upset you," I said to her quietly, holding my hands in a praying gesture.
"No, Dr. H. You are one of the nicest people I've ever met. You've done nothing at all."
"I'm so relieved," I told her. "Let me know if I can ever help you with anything."
Just then she was able to get her tray of food and I was so happy I wasn't drawn into the fifth grade girl drama, and that overall I came off in a pretty good light. Win win.
2 comments:
I like how you approached this problem.
And, I like how you called her Doll. I think I'm going to start doing that at school, too.
Doll covers a lot of territory. It sounds kind of old school too, which I like.
Do you also like MOREL mushrooms?
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