Not to mention good to deter the bed bugs.
Bed Bugs??? No!!!!
Yes. Two years ago, in William Wallace College. SO bad my DD got infected sores. University didn’t help.
Really??
Was in the news.
Fake news! www.www/bedbughoax/sept22
OMG
Exactly. Take everything with a pinch of salt.
Heather takes a deep breath, ignoring the smell of the rotting vegetables coming from the unemptied compost bin in the kitchen. This group was going to need some direction to stay on track.
Where do I get a mattress topper?
The Home Barn Warehouse, but none left in my town.
A new person joins the chat, tagging Heather into their response.
Seriously, what kind of helicopter parenting is this? Ridiculous!
Heather jolts backwards as though electrocuted. Who on earth ….? It takes a moment to process the sheer rudeness before she leans forward once more, intent on deciphering who this outlier to the group is. She clicks on the profile and uses a reverse pincer motion on her touch screen to magnify the image.Scott Reynolds, actuary, father to Briannastares back at her. He’s dressed in ski wear and standing on what looks like a snowy mountainside. Frost-laden trees pierce a clear blue, cloudless sky. Scott’s face is bronzed and weather-beaten, undoubtedly from numerous high-end ski resort vacations. Orange reflective goggles protect Heather from what she feels certain would be a forensic, calculating stare. His forehead might be bronzed, and he might have one of those dips in his chin that she absolutely loves on a man, but honestly, what a knob!
Think it’s a perfectly valid question given the context of what’s come before.
She types. She adds “LOL” to soften the challenge somewhat. Then thinks, no screw it, I’m done with these passive, aggressive men that we all work so hard to accommodate. So instead, she backspaces three times before spontaneously, recklessly, uncharacteristically, adding:
What’s your problem?
and hitting send.
