He said in a very loud voice and with a huge smile, "Hi Lisa, how are you doing?"
I was taken aback--I did not know, at least I didn't think I knew him and I quickly felt guilty for mocking his attire choice in my mind.
I flashed my biggest smile. "I'm great! How are you today?"
His smile turned to disgust and his tone from friendly to plain ugly. "I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to another Lisa." (Yes, he totally emphasized the YOU--I am sure every person in the parking lot heard that YOU.)
And he turned to get his daughter's backpack before approaching another mom, apparently the Lisa.
I looked down, picked up my pace and scurried to the car. But in my mind I totally told him off and made him cry, but not in front of his kid. My inner b!tch has limits ;)