Today, Kris and I were packing up the car to drive to my parents second home in Palm Springs (we’ll celebrate Christmas and New Years here). It was not the easy, throw your bags in the back and hop in type of packing — it was the kind where you have more bags than there are stars, so you’re playing a giant game of tetris. Once we were finally finished, my sweet dog Buddy decided to run across the street to kiss my neighbor, Grace, a lovely woman in her mid-60’s. I’ve known Grace for 20+ years, so I happily run over to save her from Buddy’s eventual million kisses… Here’s where the slap happened. Now, I’ll give you the actual play by play of the conversation, but I want you to understand how often this exact convo happens. It’s more normal with people who don’t know me well, but rare with people who do… because… you’ll see:
Grace: Hi Taryn! How are you?!
Taryn, frantically grabbing Buddy: Great!
Grace, wasting no time: Find a boyfriend yet?
Taryn, confused, but not about to dive in: Ah, nope. Not yet!
Grace: *rolls eyes*
Grace: *slaps Taryn, playfully, like the way your grandma slaps you where it doesn’t hurt at all but also stings for a second*
Taryn: Haha, I’ll tell my parents you say hi!
Taryn: *runs 40 feet to Kristina*