The postcard invites her to join the High School Reunion Committee - SHE is needed to make this year’s party a success!
Hiss! Boo! Bah!
Yay, let’s bring back all the old memories, the old hurts. Let’s see who remembers The Wallflower Dance Queen; the Girl-Who-Spent-Every-Friday-With-Her-Parents while the rest of her senior class went out on dates, to the football games, and to the prom; the one and only Girl-Who-Never-Knew-The-Joy-Of-Wearing-An-Outrageously-Large-Homecoming-Corsage.
Yes, let’s rub it in.
No matter that she survived all that angst and had a successful career and is now in an amazing relationship with her husband, “they” found her, the high school “cool kids” who shoved her aside because she was a nerd, because she was smarter than they, because she refused to act dumber than her football-player boyfriend.
Dang Internet! Stupid Google.
The Committee-Who-Needs-Her-Desperately-To-Make-This-Year’s-Reunion-A-Success is meeting at a local bar. (How appropriate.) Anyone with memorabilia from the “good, old days” should bring it to the meeting. (Go Bulldogs!) If she has kept in contact with any of the other classmates, she should invite them to attend the meeting also. (Oh, yeah, sure, she’s going to call her ex-best friend, the back stabber who stole her football-player boyfriend and later married and divorced him.)
She can hardly wait for the meeting. It’s logged into her Calendar on her iPhone. No, wait. That’s not true. Those memories are in the past and she doesn’t plan on reliving them. She takes great care and rips the postcard into a million tiny pieces, bypasses the recycle bin, and throws them into the trash can.
That’s what she thinks of The Committee-Who-Needs-Her-Desperately-To-Make-This-Year’s-Reunion-A-Success.