Another thing that annoys me. I went in a shop near the office ot get some milk. I go in maybe once a fortnight. there's a man who works there - sometimes, not every time I go in - who gives me the creeps. Today he said, "Did you have a good weekend?" "It was alright," i said in a non-committal close the conversation way. "Too much sleepy-sleepy?" he asked.
"None of your fucking business, who the bloody hell do you think you are asking questions about my life. I don't know you, we're merely conducting a minor commercial transaction. For all you know you stupid wanker I could have spent the weekend getting no sleep because of a sick child, dying grandparent, leaking roof, departing lover, barking dog. I could have just found out I was losing my job or need to have major surgery. Don't dare presume to make comments on my weekend, tosser. And furthermore,perv, you don't have to stroke my hand when you take the pound coin from it, perv."
"Huh! Thank you," I replied.
