... can really be ugly.
One came into the tea room the other day with her little girl.
Poor little girl, I thought.
Her mother wasn't bad looking. Just mean... which makes a person horrible-looking, in my opinion.
She was nasty to the wait-staff... and even to Jennifer, the boss.
That mean lady made me mad.
(She and her daughter were sitting right by the piano--- so I was eavesdropping on all of her meanness.)
'Course then I think what my mother would tell me my grandmother would say: "You don't know what's going on in her life." (Something like that.)
My Grandmother Ora was the most nonjudgmental person ever.
Hmm. I started writing this post to bash that ugly woman.
Now I just have pity on her.
Thanks, Grandmother Ora.