I am not a mean person. In fact I am generally quite kind.
But I can hold a grudge.
This is the story of my favorite grudge.
You are 10, we are ElevenTeen
I had three close friends growing up. In order of age they were Tammy, Linda and Theresa. I was the youngest of the four. In fact, I still am.
Tammy turned 11 on October 21, followed by Linda on December 6, 1980. On that day, the term ElevenTeen was introduced into my vocabulary.
Theresa and I were tormented for 2 1/2 months with the fact that we were babies, only 10 years old. While Linda and Tammy were teenagers. ElevenTeen in fact.
When Theresa turned ElevenTeen, Linda and Tammy were over it. Poor Theresa got the shaft. Linda and Tammy wouldn’t join in, but she still mocked me. I ignored it.
You are 30, I am 29
Fast-forward 20 years. Those little girls had no idea that they had the rest of their lives to regret the word ElevenTeen.
I collected birthday cards from all over the world for two years. They all read “30”.
A month before Tammy’s birthday, she began receiving the cards. She received one card at work and one card at home every day. I’ll show you ElevenTeen.
Linda got a few as well. And by the time Theresa turned 30, I was out of energy and cards. Again, shafted.
You are 40, I am 39
And here we are again. Someone, I’m not naming names, is over the hill. Again. Old. Very old.
And guess what? I’m still just a baby.
And you get to join the torture!
I would like to encourage everyone to send Tammy an e-mail reminding her of her advanced age. You may e-mail her at TammyIs40@idearella.com. I have set up that account to bounce to her personal and work accounts. I’ll leave that bouncing on until she begs me to turn it off.
Fire away, dear ‘Rellas!
Oh, and feel free to comment here as well. She’ll no doubt be heading here soon to figure out what I’ve done.
(Look for LindaIs40 and TheresaIs40 email addresses coming on December 6 and February 19!)