I’ve clearly taken two old women’s favourite Costa table because they’ve just … sat down on the table and … are acting like I don’t exist, I do not know what to do. Do I say fuck off? Do I move tables? Do I sit here for the next three hours too uncomfortable to move?
I cannot stress how much this bothers me, only discovered when I recently set an alarm for the end of the cycle just to discover it was only half way through
I fucking love it when people come to the door and rather than just asking me for what they want, they start with ‘is your mum or dad in’ nope, sorry, fuck off - benefits of being 25, looking 13