Little Miss Pity-Hijack — Stole Your Bad Day

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Tuesday, three-fifteen.
You called her from your car after they let you go.
She said, "Oh, honey. Meet me at The Daily Grind. My treat."
Famous last words.

You walked in, your eyes still puffy from the parking lot.
Told her about the box, the security guard, the whole empty afternoon.
She held your gaze across the little table, nodding.
So present. So there. A perfect portrait of a friend.
She passed you the tissues from the half-empty box.

And then came the turn, the quietest coup d'état.
The Great Emotional Reversal of twenty-twenty-four.
She’ll take the sorrow you brought her, polished and warm,
And wear it better than you ever could.
She didn't come to hear your story. She came to trade you for a worse one.

"That is just... awful," she said, her voice a perfect hum of care.
"It reminds me, just a little, of the call I got today."
Her voice got softer, a little more breathy.
The caterer for her dinner party on the tenth... cancelled.
Just... vanished. Can you even imagine the stress?

And there was the turn, the quietest coup d'état.
The Great Emotional Reversal of twenty-twenty-four.
She’ll take the sorrow you brought her, polished and warm,
And wear it better than you ever could.
She didn't come to hear your story. She came to trade you for a worse one.

It's not that she doesn't see your pain.
She sees it as a prompt. A cue card.
A mirror, held up at a brand new angle.
And in the glimmer of your little crisis,
She finds a brand new, tragic way to see herself.
To be seen.

And by three thirty-seven, your hand was on her arm.
You heard yourself saying, "It's going to be okay."
You left your job on the table, next to the lukewarm tea.
She stole your bad day right out from under you.
And you still paid for the coffee.