Interloper Came On Too Strong

“I suggest we break the ice”, the interloper said. I began chopping with a snow axe, and she laughed. You must have been born with a silver spoon, she threw out. I threw the snow axe at her; irritated she had called it a spoon. She ducked, as cool as a cucumber. I was irritated now. “I’ve got your number,” she told me. I had no idea how she had gotten it. “I was not born yesterday,” she added. I knew from her wrinkles she was not lying. “This is as easy as ABC,” she said. “You are transparent.” I was not a happy camper now, she was getting under my skin. “Hold your horses,” I told her. “You are coming on too strong.” “You’ll be in hot water if you continue egging me on like this.” She laughed. “Let me put a bug in your ear,” she said. “Hot water is something I do best after falling through a hole in the ice.”