It Is Not My Business But
The woman calls me to tell me something about Pat,
a mutual neighbor.
It’s not my business but….
She says this at least six times during the conversation
She has many suggestions, and she thinks I should implement them.
I roll my eyes, thinking this woman thinks I am her business too.
Maybe the whole world is her business.
It must be exhausting to think like that.
What are you doing to do about it? She asks me.
Nothing, I tell her. It’s not my business.
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