I am aware that I am perhaps shorter than most people. At 5'2 3/4" I get that. I also understand that I'm relatively quiet, especially when I'm in a bad mood. However, I still exist and I refuse to be ignored. All I wanted was a meatball sub to make me feel better and I go to the place, and people hold the door open for other people, but they let the door slam in my face when I walk up. I wait in line with all the other rude people with their bug-eye giant sunglasses and their overpriced designer purses knocking me over, and it's finally my turn and they're OUT of meatball subs. It's not like they were out like they ran out. It wasn't even on the menu anymore. :( They had decided to not serve it. Ever again. *sigh* I got a fucking salad instead. And THEN the dude cut in line, right in front of me! HELLO! I'm standing RIGHT here! In FRONT of you.
Monday, June 16, 2008
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