5 June 2012
I was stood in the toilets, Waiting for a sink. Behind a young child, Of about 4 I think.
The sink became free, And forward he walked. His mum rolled up his sleeves, And turned away to talk.
A lady of about 40, Stormed through the queue. Shoved the kid out the way, That mardy old moo.
I checked that for my mum, She wasn't in sight, So I stuck twos up at this lady, As I bloody well might.
I fought with my anger; This insolent bitch. The boy was there crying, She walked out, the witch.
@misslittleDHP's encounter reminded my of this.
Impatience • Opuss № I