Whether traveling or staying local, have you ever met someone who rubbed you the wrong way? This happened to Grant when he met someone at the local bar.
Well, there are some things in life you just can’t hide very long—the sun, the moon, and the truth.
And the truth always tends to find its way back around somehow.
Staying local with friends
Grant and his friends wanted to hit the bar one weekend evening. After much debate, they didn’t want to travel too far.
So, they settled on staying local and hanging out at a nice tavern. Like many small towns in the Midwest, Rockford was peaceful and calm.
We all love our little Midwest towns!
This tavern had an upscale look, but the men didn’t wear suits and ties. People came to have a great time, minus all the riff-raff.
Grant and his friends traveled from a nearby city and knew the people from Rockford acted differently. They saw them as a bit pretentious.
Regardless, they loved hanging out in the area.
The four guys entered the tavern and sat at a high table. One of them looked across the tavern at a group of women sitting together.
She looked familiar
Grant noticed his buddy staring at these women. Then, a thought struck him.
Hmmm… Was it her?
He had hung out in this tavern a few times and remembered one of the women’s faces. With her dark hair and tall stature, the men stared at her.
And she noticed them looking. So she stood up and pranced across the tavern towards them.
Her silky top flowed with her long steps as the men’s eyes grew large. She batted her eyes at Grant and flipped her hair over her shoulder.
After reaching their table, she smiled and introduced herself as ‘Brittney.’ Then she asked the guys what they did for work and where they lived.
Let the judging begin
“Greenville,” Grant said.
“Ewww— I’d never live there,” Brittany said.
“Why is that?” Grant asked.
“People are just ewww… and there are crappy houses. It’s just run-down and gross. Low-income… Nothing but trash! There is nothing special about that place.
There is nothing to do… I don’t know how you could live there. Don’t you feel scared? Actually, I wouldn’t even tell anyone I lived there. I would keep quiet and look for a better place to live. I feel sorry for you…”
Grant shrunk from his six-foot-tall height to two inches in less than a minute. Brittany continued to ramble.
“Do you really live there? Wow, no wonder why you’re over here, in Rockford. It’s so nice, right? Everything about it is amazing… the people… it’s so clean.
People have money here. You know, people from Greenville are just down there. But Rockford… Rockford people are up here.”
Grant shook his head.
Maybe they should have gone somewhere else tonight. He thought staying local, at least in this upscale city, was the wrong move.
That wasn’t very nice
This woman knew nothing about him yet had the nerve to bash his hometown. And flirt with him all at the same time. Huh?
He thought typical Rockford girl… very pretentious. She knew everyone’s story based on their zip code.
And what she didn’t know was that Grant made decent money to travel all over the US. His vacations weren’t extravagant, but nice.
He also lived in a big lakehouse next to walking trails. The neighborhood had beautiful views, and people kept it clean.
True, bad areas of Greenville existed—just like in any town or city.
He thought Brittany was downright rude.
Then she asked the guys if they wanted to go to an after-party at her house. Brittany scribbled her address on scrap paper for them.
But after she walked away, Grant crumbled it up.
A trip to see her mansion
“What are you doin’?” his buddy asked.
“I don’t want to go,” Grant shrugged. He played with the crumpled paper in his hand.
“No, we should go! Her friends are good-looking. I know she’s ugh… but her friends…we could go hang out with them. It’ll be a good time,” his buddy said.
Although Grant did not want to go, his friends pressured him into driving to her house. And on the way there, he imagined Brittany’s lifestyle.
She probably traveled first-class to exotic islands and stayed in luxurious hotels. Maybe she mingled with the rich and famous, twirling her diamonds and pearls.
Shortly, they would drive down a typical Rockford street with two-story mansions. They would pull up to the intercom, and a servant would buzz them in.
After cruising the long driveway, a butler in a black suit would open their car doors and escort them into the house.
Brittany would stand in the doorway in an emerald cocktail dress and fake smile, ready for her scroll-stopping social media snapshot.
Where rich girls live
They pulled up at her house, which had no bells or whistles. It was not a mansion, and there was no butler.
So Grant wondered why Brittany acted so snotty and stuck up.
They entered the house, knowing he didn’t want to stay long. But his friends had plans to meet some women.
They didn’t travel out there for nothing!
So they talked and talked. Grant got annoyed with Brittany’s attitude and told his friends they should leave.
“Oh, so this is where rich girls from Rockford live?” Grant asked Brittany.
His buddy got angry at Grant’s comment but wanted her to know he saw right through her.
They stayed for another 30 minutes while his friends flirted with the women. Grant couldn’t take it anymore, so he headed for the door.
Brittney ran after him and handed him her number, neatly written on a napkin. But he never called or texted her.
The country club party
Two months later, the company Grant worked for threw a party. He got dressed up and drove to a country club near Rockford.
When he arrived, tons of people were gathering. They talked and drank as Grant made his way through the crowds to find his boss.
“Come sit with us,” his boss said.
Grant sat down and brushed the wrinkles off his pants. He looked forward to meeting new people.
“What do you want to drink?” the boss asked. He nodded to the waitress walking towards them.
“Can I take your order?” she asked.
Then Grant turned around. And guess who it was?
Hmmm… you’ll have to watch my YouTube video to find out!
Updated: November 25, 2024
