Years ago,I was a single parent and there where some nasty bully bitchy mothers at the school-my face didn't fit and I didn't want to be 'in' with them either so we just avoided each other
Anyway,one day I'd promised the kids I'd do some baking with them at the weekend but realised I didn't have any scales at home so dropped the kids off at school at about 8:45am and was walking into argos about 9:10am
Bought the scales,went to tesco for flour and eggs before getting on a bus with my booty and heading home
Well fuck me,one of the bitchy mothers had either followed me or spotted me walking into argos and hung around to see what I'd bought
By the time I went to pick the kids up,a nasty rumour had been spread that I was a drug dealer and had been seen in argos buying myself a new set of scales to weigh my stash (they'd even rang my narc mother to inform her of my 'new hobby')
People believed this bollocks-the scales where a normal 'bowl on top of the scales' set and nothing like a drug dealer set (im guessing they use electric ones)
They even tried to claim I'd sent ds in with a small bag of coke in his lunchbox by mistake (I've never touched the stuff in my life)
They even rang ss to 'dob her in it' (nothing happened-they just came round,had a chat,rang the school and case closed which pissed these women off but they couldnt do much)
It took me months to get rid of this rumour
I've never done drugs in my life (apart from about 2 drags on a spiff when I was 17)
I guess these women just didn't have a life so made drama for the sake of it while egging each other on
I could write a book on what happened in that school playground