Let This be a Lesson to You, My Children...

There is this lady I know who drives me crazy. We'll call her Sally. Every morning Sally goes out to the bus with her dog and lets the dog poop in the yards of the houses all around the bus stop. Sally has never bothered picking up the poop her dog leaves. The dog is also allowed to run in the road, stopping or slowing the traffic which runs by the bus stop. Sally treats the dog as if it were her child, except not really. Who would let their child run in the road? Perhaps Sally would. I guess I've never contemplated that before.

Sally has many annoying habits,  but the worst habit is her need to gossip. Every morning, and sometimes afternoon (Sally sometimes picks her kids up from school), Sally cannot wait to tell me the latest gossip from our ward as we wait for the bus. She always has something to say about someone. She has told me of people who are pregnant, people who are not performing their callings well, people who are struggling, moving, dying... you name it, I've heard it. It makes me feel very uncomfortable. Also, Sally has no problem asking things that are none of her business, like "Alyson, when was the last time you attended the temple?" or "How much does Trevor make?" or "Are you on Medicaid?"

Sally can be very judgmental and unkind. 

Unfortunately Sally has a calling in our ward that puts her front and center. She has told me that she is very proud of the callings that she and her husband have held. Also, she is proud of her counselors and their spouses for the callings they hold. Since when is a calling a status symbol?

What has upset me lately though, is not being able to tell anyone I am moving, or that we have found a house because Sally has beat me to it. Every. Single. Time.

Over the weekend we found a house.

On Monday I went to the bus stop. Sally was there asking her usual probing/nosy questions. I have nothing to hide. I told her we found a house and signed papers. We are moving people.

On Tuesday I called a friend to tell her. She already knew. Thanks Sally.

I can't wait to leave Sally behind. Sally needs a kick in the rear. Or a sock in the mouth.