I was out for a few Christmas drinks with some old friends yesterday. Another friend of theirs, Anne, who I’d not met before, joined us for a while. She said she’d had a bit of a miserable Christmas Day because her adult daughter had behaved like a bit of a brat.
Anyway, she hadn’t been there that long when who should arrive in the pub but her daughter and her friend. The daughter, Jess, looked a bit embarrassed to be in the same pub as her mum, but she did come over and spoke to us. Anne introduced her and the friend, Kate.
Jess said her hellos and wished us all a merry Christmas, and briefly chatted to her mother before going off with Kate. Kate, however, did not say a word. Not to Anne, not to us. She just stood there with this sneer on her face, like she would rather have been anywhere else. I get that a friend’s mother’s friends aren’t the most exciting people a young woman could hope to meet, but not so much as a hello? At least for a friend’s mother, if not for strangers? But no - all poor Anne got was a look of barely disguised contempt.
When they’d gone, Anne said she thought Kate was a bad influence (and none of us argued otherwise!). Anyway, later on Anne decided to get a round of shots, and I went to the bar to help her carry them. As we were walking back, Kate saw us and said “Where’s my shot?”. Anne was clearly taken aback and said “Sorry?”. Kate said, “Where’s mine? I want a shot!”
Anne laughed and said that perhaps the lads she was talking to would buy her one, and we carried on walking. But frankly I was amazed she took it as calmly as she did. If it had been me she’d have got that shot glass right up her nostril!
Can you believe the brass neck of the girl?! Ignoring Anne to start with was bad enough, but to then tap her up for drinks, well… words fail me.