Hey Prom Queen—
You were the bitch from hell who stole my boyfriend , spread rumours about me and ruined my reputation. back in the 90′s. Well the tables have turned. there is such a thing as karma. You were the way-too-pushy realtor that showed my husband and I a new house. I didn’t let on, and believe me you had no idea who I was . You were shrill and brittle and you look ten years older than you should. Yet somehow, underneath the polyester suit and the fake designer purse you had that prom queen attitude. Go figure. Have a nice life with your tiara honey, while I enjoy every minute of mine.
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