I see right through you, you who pretend to be “just a friend” of my boyfriend, who you text or call daily and hang out with whenever you get a chance. The way you’re acting just a little too friendly to me lately, laughing at my every pun and being overly agreeable, shows me how guilty you feel. One doesn’t have to be a poker player to see that you’re hiding something. I’m calling your bluff. Better fold before show time.
SEND US your anonymous rants and raves about your co-workers or any badly behaving citizen—or about citizens you admire. I SAW YOU, Metro, 550 S. First St., San Jose, 95113, or via email to [email protected].
