Anyway, whoever this individual is, he or she also steals a glance at you and looks away. You inch closer to each other and it becomes clear that there is no detour for either of you to escape that much dreaded moment when you will have to talk to each other. You pretend to be focused on some random product on the supermarket shelf and your foe fiddles away on the keypad of a cellphone; “chatting” with some non-existent contact on an imaginary social network.
Finally the moment of reckoning comes; you both cannot pretend not to be aware of each other’s existence any longer. Sooner or later embarrassment must prevail over pride and that is when both of you look up, stare at each other and with fake surprise, you loudly proclaim how good it is to meet each other. Bear hugs are dished out and plastic smiles are flashed. All of these shows of affection are as fake as the hairs on a faux fur jacket. After a few more minutes of torturous small talk, you part ways and promise to meet each other soon for tea or lunch. In your warped minds you size each other up for the last time and part, each with the most spiteful of thoughts and feelings racing within. Your brain and mouth are at clear odds; the poor organs are puzzled by the glaring disparity between thought and word.