The Devil Made Me Say It
Years ago an old friend and I talked as we rode in my van. In time, the conversation included some unkind remarks that a mutual acquaintance had said concerning me.
“Why, he’s awful nice to my face,” I said, trying to defend the critic in my mind.
“I know he is, but I just wanted you to know what he has said about you to me and to a half a dozen other guys.”
For the life of me, I couldn’t see what would make this mutual acquaintance say unkind things about me. I was caught off guard.
Searching my memory, I could find nothing that would justify such unkindness. We weren’t close friends, but we had never been enemies. Why would he be two-faced like that?
When we arrived, I entered the building and immediately was informed that the mutual acquaintance was there in the hallway ‘holding court’.
“He’s talking about you right now,” someone informed me.
As I turned the corner in the hall, there he stood with about eight others. The conversation stopped and all eyes looked on me. Guilt was on their faces. I walked into the group and shook hands all the way around. I saved shaking the mutual acquaintance’s hand for last.
“How you doing, ‘John’? I asked.
“So, you do remember my face, don’t you?” He said with a smirk.
“John,” I replied, “I never forget a face, and I’ll always remember both of yours.”
I smiled innocently and then continued on down the hall.
(The devil made me say it. “Get behind me devil!”)
Get the guy that told you about who talked about you.They always scare me too. LOL
Marian June Davis
January 7, 2011 at 5:30 pm
Always love your stories!
Matthew George
January 9, 2011 at 12:50 am
Thank you!
mballestero
January 9, 2011 at 12:57 am
I love this one. I know someone who is like this-talk about you behind your back but act so sweet to your face. I enjoy your writings very much.
Margaret Hale
January 14, 2011 at 1:50 pm