South Asheville is the seventh circle of Hell.
Or however that saying goes. I had to go to Arden yesterday and two shitty things happened.
The first is that I got sunburned on my face and back just walking from the car to Target, from Target to Office Depot and then back to the car.
The second thing happened in the Office Depot. My sweetie and I were in there running wedding errands. We were trying to find a pretty folder to put rehearsal dinner information in so that we can give it to his mom. So there we are judging the classiness vs. cheesiness of various folders when I hear, “Andi!” I look up to see my ex’s mom standing there grinning and my ex’s dad not far behind. I say hi back and she leans in for a great, big hug. I pretty immediately turned bright red because I didn’t know what to say or do and worse, I thought there was some kind of awful chance that the ex himself, along with his overzealous wife could be just around the corner. Luckily that was not the case. So I said hi to ex’s mom and ex’s dad, even though he didn’t even look at me. Instead he just pretended to be engrossed by flower covered photo albums. He was probably trying to be more polite than his wife and just leave me alone. Then ex’s mom tried to start a conversation with me, which I really couldn’t handle, because what are we going to talk about? Her son and his wife and how they’re doing? Me and my sweetie and what we’re doing in Office Depot? Was I supposed to introduce her to my sweetie, and how the hell would that go down? Would we talk about anything but her son, even though he’s the only reason we know each other and are currently talking at all in this awful big box store amidst a strip mall waste land? I told I had to go and to have a nice day and walked a little too fast into the next aisle. I felt like passing out until I saw them leave the store. Ugh. I never want that to happen again.
If South Asheville isn’t some special part of Hell, then it certainly must be cursed.
