“That’s okay,” she said, as if she meant to be kind. She insisted again that I sit on the couch. I tried to decline. And then it happened— her attempt to humiliate a little girl (me) for no reason whatsoever! “That wet ring on your pants does not look like water. It looks like urine.” Her voice remained steady and moderate in volume. This was an intentional attack. But why? I was already telling her I did not want to sit on the sofa because I was wet and dirty. I cared about others and wanted to keep her home clean. Why did she need to embarrass me in front of her daughter?
At this point, I decided to take my cues from my younger sister, who was a very adept liar. I kept as straight a face as I could and said that I did not know why the wetness on my pants formed a ring— that I got wet in the sand. She had moved up very close by that point and was pointing out my wet spot to everyone in the room— including my friend and her husband. That bitch just wanted to humiliate a child! But I suddenly felt quite angry. So, I stood firm in my lie. She insisted again that I sit on her sofa and added, “As long as that is just water on your pants.” Interestingly, all of the dirt made no difference to her whatsoever.