Co-worker won’t stop prying into my personal life.

I don’t have a car or a driver’s licence. But I work part-time at this grocery store.

I don’t exactly preach this fact to people. In fact, nobody at work should know (because it’s not relevant to any of my co-workers).

However, despite this fact, some random middle-aged woman in a department I don’t even work in named Emma somehow found out that I didn’t have a licence — and she couldn’t get over it.

For about a year, every time she’d see me pass by, she’d confront me in front of everyone, asking me how I got to work since I don’t have a licence. Like she thought I was lying for some random reason.

What annoyed me was that she was making a big deal about something I didn’t really want people to know about.

One day, she saw me jangling my house keys in a rush and screams out, *”I KNEW IT. I KNEW YOU HAD YOUR DRIVER’S LICENCE”*. I just looked at her completely stunned as I had to be somewhere.

A week later, she comes up to me and wants me to confess to her. *”It’s okay, you can tell me, I won’t tell anyone hehe”*. I rolled my eyes and was tired of the constant harassment for over a year, so in one fell swoop, I lie. And I tell her what she wants to hear — that, yes, I do in fact have my licence.

(And I figured that would be the end of it).

But a month later she gets transferred into my department. And immediately tells my manager that I have my licence. A week later, my manager starts pressuring me into doing graveyard shifts because *”a little birdy told her”* that I have my licence. So I had to finesse and persuade my manager. I told her that I lied to Emma because she wouldn’t stop hounding me (which is the truth). And I also told my manager to keep it between us…

A week later Emma confronts me again. *”You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?”. ”\[Manager\] seems to think that you DON’T have your licence”.*

I explain to Emma that I had to lie to our manager because she was going to force me into doing graveyard shifts. At this point, I can’t come clean to Emma because it would look ridiculous, and quite frankly, it’s none of her business. But I also call her out for snitching on me when she said she’d keep it a secret, and asked her once again, to please not to tell anyone.

She immediately tells our manager who I’ve fortunately convinced that I don’t have a car.

But now it turns into an argument between the two of them…

Emma comes back up to me a week later with a smile on her face wanting the truth from me. She says her and our manager were arguing over whether or not I had my licence.

At this point, she’d indirectly admitting to again snitching on me.

How do I get this co-worker to stop obsessing over my life?