"I mean, you should've seen his stupid fucking face as he called me a bitch. Who does he think he is? Coming into my place of work, taking up my time, just to disrespect me? It was a waste of my Monday night. I could've been cozied up with a glass of wine, but instead I was dealing with a low life motherfu-,"
"Andromeda!" Once again, my enraged rant was interrupted by my best friend. "You are letting him take up even more of your time by talking about him right now." Correct. "He's a dick, but he's gone. No more British Bitch. Now can we please eat our Chinese food and talk about getting a sugar daddy?"
It had been 2 whole hours since I escaped my personal hell called the diner, and I was still fuming. Working in customer service, I get a lot of bullshit thrown at me, and I always let it roll off my back. But there was something about the egotistical asshole and his Scooby Squad that made me shake with anger. I should've slapped him when I had the chance.
"I hope I never see them again. Ever."
Remember, nothing is a coincidence.
