Apparently having a facelift is more risky than we ever could have imagined.
I mean, what are the odds? That you’d encounter a woman scorned from your deep dark past? That she’d be in a position to harm you, no lest kill you? That she’d be harboring hatred for thirty freakin’ years over a love torn asunder?
I swear. Next to stories like this, soap operas are a walk in the park.
Huh. I’ve disliked a former girlfriend from high school for about thirty years now for the same thing - she was in the habit of flirting with my boyfriends. This article makes me feel guilty for harboring that grudge.