I look at the lady and she is staring at me, "oh, Dear Lord, please help me." She has that eye, you know the eyes where you are sure someone is about to load off some gossip on you? Yes, those eyes.
Okay if you don't know what I mean, I am sorry. I hate those eyes, I know how to recognize them and I always refer to them as, "Gossip Eyes."
The lady continues, she doesn't even ask me if I am interested in her gossip but goes ahead. Yeah, there are other people who normally ask; some of them would stop if you say no, and others would go ahead not caring you said no.
"I think he needed a break or so, so he left his company for someone, I don't know who it is, I have tried to find out but I haven't." She says, stops, and looks at my dad with a smile which I find really creepy. I am about to ask her to relax that is my father and of course, I can't.
