Guest blogger today! “Grace” is sharing her version of Stranger-friends. Just like we all share different stories about the same traffic accident, we have different stories about the same life event. I will admit that hers does jog my memory a bit more.
“Sylvia” remains, as always, beloved Switzerland.
Here is Grace:
Marie walks in with a stranger, and says “I ran into <Stranger X>, and so he gave me a ride home.” Sylvia and I say (thinking that he is an old friend of Marie’s), “Great, come join us for dinner and an episode of LA Law (or whatever the popular show was).” Marie runs up to her room to change, and Sylvia/I start peppering him with questions, like “How do you know Marie?” Our Asian eyes start to get big and round, and we start to chomp on our dinner quietly. Stranger X then has to go to the bathroom, and we start asking Marie “Did you know this guy???? Why did you let him come in?” Stranger X returns from the bathroom and we all watch TV silently, afraid to move, looking for a self defense object (in case we need it). Stranger X realizes that it is very uncomfortable, and he makes a quick exit. I have still not recovered from this episode.
Marie again: Since this is my blog, I get the final word. tee hee. From the outside, Grace has apparently recovered enough to marry a wonderful man and raise two very bright children who do not accept rides from strangers. This helps to alleviate my guilt.