No coincidence?
So, minding my business, texts from the **a**, going on about her stuff again. Would have been more responsive if she had used the word 'please' and not started in with the threatening noise, finally told her I would drop some stuff off at the third party when it was convenient for me, and I did drop off a lot later in the evening. Can drop the rest of tomorrow after I finish getting my stuff out of the condo basement storage unit.
Decide to go to the Secretary of State to change my license address, very uncharacteristic of me to be so prompt. Walk in the door, there's her Dad, sitting waiting for his number to get called. He pretended not to notice me, and I think we were both satisfied with that non-encounter