Interlude – Don’t Piss (Me Off) On My Own Doorstep

Two separate strangers, both women, just really pissed me off.

One in a traffic situation, one in a “my kids are more important than any other pathway user”/crowded pavement/MY FRONT DOOR/AnnaPuppy’s sandy nose (we’ve just been at the beach) touching (how dare she) her precious Wolford tights. I know this woman and her four brats from my stint in retail and they wrecked the joint EVERYTIME she traipsed them in and left them for an hour in my care while demanding every pair of knickers in from back room.

But they can go and shite.

Their issues. Not mine.

DR 💋

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