She heard the words in her mind, over and over again –

“What was the current role you’re playing?”

It hurt. Like the sound of nails scraping over a blackboard. The word standing out like a sore thumb. An ugly abominable little thing, that just won’t go away from her head.

“What was the current role you’re playing?”

And to know that it came out of the mouth of someone whom she thought very high of. Ah, the disappointment that comes with a crashed impression.

She wanted to give vent to her emotions, to shout out loud what was running in her head all morning, all evening. She ran into the restroom and bolted the door behind her.

And she finally shouted –

“LEARN YOUR GRAMMAR, YOU FREAKIN’ MORON!”