Dear Rude Woman:
I am rather sure that your destination is rather important to you. I’m also fairly sure that YOU think your destination is more important than my destination. I am also fairly sure that you will NOT get there any faster by running up my bottom.
First, I am physically incapable of moving any faster than the person in front of me. I’m sorry but this is a law of physics and since I’m am not the rudest person to walk the face of the earth (nor do I have a strong desire to meet/touch/or otherwise be *THAT* close to the person STOPPED in front of me), I am not going to be forced to move forward a single inch. You see, unlike you and your unwashed self, I do not believe I can push the line from behind. I also have a firm grasp on the concept of personal space.
Second, I think that you might want to take a few notes on bathing often (let’s move it up to at least twice a week, k?) I’m thinking your BO would have been less offensive if you had not decided to stand inside my pants with me. EWWW, get out, please. On the smell note, it is IMPOSSIBLE to cover up poor bathing habits with perfume or body lotion. It makes you smell far worse and makes my head hurt.
Finally, I’m just guessing here, but I’m thinking you don’t follow the cart rules either — you should.
Sincerely,
The Queen
To the Kind Man who helped me yesterday,
I’m terribly sorry that I reacted with anger as you tried to help me with my bags. I would have never guessed that a complete stranger would help another human and imagine my shock to see someone actually help another. After dealing with smelly, rude woman for too long, your help was welomed once I realized that you weren’t in fact being an insensitive jerk.
I’m more than a little horrified that I have so little faith in humanity these days that I naturally assumed a nice guy to be a jerk. So I may have over-apologized, but I am sorry and very thankful.
Thank you,
The Queen