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I had surgery last week. I'd been worried about pushy passengers on buses, was not yet able to wear pants due to swelling and bruising around the incisions on my abdomen, was mostly spending my time horizontal. I started taking short walks along Bloor to see the outdoors and to move. Rehabilitation. I wasn't going more than a subway block at very most, never alone and each time was needing to hold my hands over my stomach, make stops for water and rest.
[Yes, it's weird context to tell of my surgery, after the fact and via this story.]
On my second or third of these walks I ran into my ex and his girlfriend. Unaware that he and I act like giant babies and don't speak to each other, my friend assumed we would stop and make awkward small talk, and as such did not veer us out of their direct path. In the ensuing staring contest neither party moved, and as we eventually brushed past one another his girlfriend SWUNG HER PURSE into my fresh stitches. It's total Mean Girls out there people.
[... and yes, self-determination/maturity says I also could have moved.]
[Yes, it's weird context to tell of my surgery, after the fact and via this story.]
On my second or third of these walks I ran into my ex and his girlfriend. Unaware that he and I act like giant babies and don't speak to each other, my friend assumed we would stop and make awkward small talk, and as such did not veer us out of their direct path. In the ensuing staring contest neither party moved, and as we eventually brushed past one another his girlfriend SWUNG HER PURSE into my fresh stitches. It's total Mean Girls out there people.
[... and yes, self-determination/maturity says I also could have moved.]