so, i am shopping in a fucking home wares store and looking around at things.
admittedly i am touching alot of the little weird objects and looking at them and all that jazz.. and then she fucking opens her mouth...
bitch retail slave - are you okay there? or are you happy playing?
ben - PLAYING? i'm LOOKING!
ohhhh... that is all it took for me to be on my fucking high horse and saying into the bin. this bitch thought i was a fucking child and needed to be monitored whilst i was in her fucking shitty home store... GGRRRR...
and for her to not know anything about me and say i was playing? who the fuck are you lady?
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