You are so not my BFF!

*Note names and places have been changed to protect the innocent and the incredibly bitchy

I work part time at a local store and often run into people from the kid’s school and usually we will end up chatting about the kids, school, etc. It’s June and school will be out in just a few weeks here. I volunteer in J-Man’s class and go to all the school parties, functions, field trips, what have you. Just last week while at work, I ran into one of the mother’s from J-Man’s class, hereafter referred to as Super Bitch or SB

Me (recognizing her): Hi!

SB: Hi. (Looking totally clueless)

Me: I’m J-Man’s mom. He’s in your daughter’s class.

SB: Oh……(possible vague recognition) You’re not just a piece of crapSav-Market person.

Me (possible sarcasm coming out): Rigghhhhht, I’m not just a piece of crapSav-Market person.

SB: Oh, I didn’t mean you were just a piece of crapSav-Market person.

You better believe she did. So tonight is J-Man’s class play and I’m sure I’ll run into SB there. I can’t wait.