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In addition to still being damn mad over this rent business, when I went to Trader Joe some old bat rammed her cart into my ass and told me to hurry up (and she didn't even say "hurry up" like a normal person, she goes "step up lively" like we were in some fucking 30's movie). I have arthritis in both legs and all I did was pause for a second so I yelled at her. She goes into Trader Joe and I'm too pissed off to want to be in the same bldg as her so I duck into a nearby cafe instead to cheer up w/ a cup of tea and they were playing Queen. Freddie Mercury keeps me from killing nasty old ladies in Trader Joe.
Then when I went to get a slice of pizza for lunch I had to wait for ages because some illiterate kept calling the wrong name. I go to that place all the time and that's the first time they fucked up my name. And I do not have a weird name.