Flash forward to an incident involving me… Shocker. I'm working and this arrogant dude is talking to me… far too much. He's downright annoying. He's like an out of date chunky heel. Nobody cares what your rambling on about. Didn't we donate those heels to charity? Please shut up for the sake of everyone around you. He doesn't. So agitating. It's the horrid clodhopper style of shoe that never wants to die. This clog is blathering on about some nonsense, making himself look like a moron (clearly acquired that title quickly by the way) and then puts his finger on the side of my face! Right! What the hell space invader? I never backed up so quick and reacted. Ugly shoes will do this to you. Don't touch me, ever. My knee jerk reaction was to hit him, like he deserved. I didn't. But, the guy to the other side of me notices what this douche has done also and steps in, abruptly, reminding him I'm a lady and keep his hands to himself. Ok, sometimes I'm a lady, screw you guys. Doesn't he realize that he's in public and touching other people is not only rude, but a hostile engagement likely to get you knocked the f*** out?!
Moral of the story? Whether your a blow pop with tasty gum inside or a hideous mule-style slide,
DON'T TOUCH PEOPLE IN THE FACE.
Rude asses.
Moral of the story? Whether your a blow pop with tasty gum inside or a hideous mule-style slide,
DON'T TOUCH PEOPLE IN THE FACE.
Rude asses.
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