“That was private! Anyone should know that! Anyone!” Margaret yelled.
“I only peeled the tape off, Margaret! I didn’t hurt anything.
Now, let’s go back to the giving-presents idea, okay? You think people would write great stuff in my booklet if I give them presents?”
This is called Throwing Someone Off The Track.
My parents say I am a genius at it, but it didn’t work on Margaret.
“NOBODY’S GOING TO WRITE ANYTHING GREAT IN YOUR BOOKLET NO MATTER HOW MANY PRESENTS YOU GIVE THEM AND YOU’RE NOT EVEN MY FRIEND AND I ONLY PLAY WITH YOU BECAUSE YOU LIVE IN MY BUILDING AND NOW YOU HAVE TO GO HOME!” Margaret yelled at me.
“Well, well, well . . . OH, WHO CARES BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT EVEN MY FRIEND EITHER!”
I yelled back. Then I ran out of Margaret’s apartment and stabbed the elevator B-for-basement button so hard I probably broke it for life.
