Many moons ago when I was but a young Lime in my first semester of college I had a class with a notoriously infuriating professor. One day in my dorm as I struggled to digest some of his assigned readings in order to produce a well thought out paper I ranted to myself about the stupidity of the man. Suddenly a head poked in my door frame to ask if I was alright. I assured the inquirer that I was fine, merely aggravated greatly over the assignment and the maddening excuse for a class with such a disagreeable professor. I went on at length before taking a breath. Then the fellow in my doorway nodded and said, "Yep, Dad can be like that." There's no back pedaling from a situation like that. The best you can hope for is for the floor to open up and swallow you.
Flash forward to Tuesday at work. A couple enters. The husband waits for his wife's treatments. He begins discussing a rental property he is hoping to sell and describing where it is located. I say, "Hey, I used to live in that neighborhood! What's the address of your property?" He gives it and I recognize it as the other half of the duplex in which our family used to reside. He informs me he used to own both sides until he recently sold the side we lived in.
I declare, "Well, I'm glad to know some good people bought it because I really didn't like the guy my husband decided to sell it to." He asks how long ago we sold it. I tell him and he says, "Oh yeah..." His wife interjects, "You sold it to my brother."
Cue the hatch in the floor...