Fly on the Wall

Such a strange and funny story. I was a fly on the wall. I can't say that it was a comfortable place to be. "Oh, to be a fly on the wall."
As I sat in a Salon getting my acrylic nails done I enjoyed the company of the gal doing my nails. She was overly friendly I'll call her , giving every detail that she could pour out of her life in this short time span.
"Oh hi Kelly, this is my friend Kelly. Do you mind if she sits and visits with me?"
They talked and planned an event for the following weekend. I looked up once, maybe twice while my nails were being finished. That's the thing about these nails . You can't stop looking at how beautiful they have become.
Then I turned into a fly. I began to follow their conversation. Trapped, to late to make them stop talking. The time frame had gone on way to long and  I just couldn't stand up and say...."Hi kelly, it's Lisa. "

Kelly is my son's Step mom. I would of never thought she would be in a suntanning salon and I'm sure she would never of thought I'd be sitting there getting my phony nails filled. My short life as a fly on the wall is only what nightmares are made of. It's like trying to run in a dream but your legs don't work but in this case, it was my wings....