“I hate that woman,” he said. “I can’t stand to be around her.”
“I don’t know, P. I’ve not been able to isolate the cause. Right now it’s just a chemistry thing, I don’t like her the least little bit.”
“What does she do that irritates you? Did she say something?”
“Nothing in particular. It’s nothing particular, I just don’t like her.”
“Well, ______ doesn’t like her either. Does he know why? Maybe it’s the same reason,” I said.
“_____, doesn’t like her because he thinks she’s an idiot. I don’t know if she’s an idiot and I don’t dislike people for being idiots anyway. What do I care if you’re stupid? I don’t know what it is, P. It’s chemistry for now. Maybe she reminds me of someone.”
“I don’t know. All I know is she makes my skin crawl and I have to remember to watch myself around her because I don’t like her, the least little bit and if I ever get into it with her, I am going to steamroll her ass.”
I wish I had this gal’s chart to see what was there but that aside, have you ever had a reaction like this? What was the basis of it?