How To Fight Against Tales

Met a colleague yesterday and we chatted.

Found out that she stayed near my parents place. When she asked where exactly my parents’ house was, I told her that it was rather prominent as she would see 2 Golden Retrievers in the garden when she passed by.

She paused for a while. Suddenly, she cried out the names of the 2 Golden Retrievers. I excitedly acknowledged. She then looked at me in disgust and said, “So you are the son that left the 2 dogs at your dad’s place and abandoned them.” I was stunned.

What had my dad said about me? What tales had he spun about me? I felt so accused. He was the one who looked sad when we wanted to bring the dogs back to our place. Anyway, after explaining to my colleague, she understood. Had I not met my colleague, I would be living with a bad reputation.

However, she added that my dad seemed to have told the whole neighborhood that I had abandoned the 2 dogs. I was the bad guy and he was the good guy. I guess I should not be bothered about what people think about me. No point clarifying. Facts versus Crap. Sigh.