INSULT SKILL UPGRADED

“You probably drive a Skoda,” he said. His voice brimming with the kind of bottomless contempt only a preteen can deliver (with alarming precision).

What led up to this, in itself, horrific statement can best be described as a sort of petty, medieval inquisition. Questions raining down in an utterly relentless tone. My defence had already been dismissed before the trial had even begun. 😅

And it soon became clear that I – objectively speaking – possess absolutely no reasonable grounds for refusing to buy him a Moncler jacket.

“What kind of loving parent even does that?” Especially when, according to him, I “can afford it”.

(Not entirely untrue, granted. But that is partly because I do not make a habit of buying jackets in that price range. I have, however, now been informed that this does NOT qualify as a valid argument.)

So, in his defence, it’s perhaps not surprising that he felt provoked. 🫣

Particularly as he is now – by his own account – condemned to freeze all winter. Wandering around Ekerö like a Victorian street urchin, selling matches. Possibly also sitting outside ICA begging. Reports vary.

It is, of course, a dreadful and deeply unjust situation. His distress is entirely understandable.

And yet.

To claim that I drive a Skoda… that does feel as though he crossed a line. We do, after all, live in a civilised (well, more or less) society. One cannot simply say anything one likes.

So… AITA? 😅

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