But that's what the internet is for.

I would very much like to sit in your backyard and listen to you rant.   How I love a good rant.   I remember particularly fine rants fondly and refer to them later.  My own rants can be good, sometimes.  They're best when I find a flow and can come back to the outrageous part from different angles.  When I am especially frustrated, that all breaks down.  For me, when I lose it completely, the rant breaks down into me jumping up and down in place shouting WHY?  Why?  WHY?  I'm sure it is fun to watch, but it isn't all that witty.

I am so glad you pressed her on her accusation until her gaze dropped.  I have frequent fantasies of doing that.  A friend will call to tell me something similar and I say, but what did that bad person do when you called her on it?  Of course, during the situation there usually reasons why you can't call out the person.  But I always wonder.  Can that person mean what her words implied?  Would she own them outright?  Has she thought through the implications?  I spend a day or two making up conversations in which the other person is forced to sit with the meaning or feel the dissonance.  But of course I am not so quick-thinking and direct in real life.  I'm very glad you held your ground.  I'm very glad your sortof accuser felt a little sheepish.