Walking through the Farmer's Market, old guy walks by us says something implying I am walking with my father. Which is insulting, but even more ridiculous since I am older than Dylan, and I do look it. I say "asshole" but probably too late for him to hear it.
Why can't I let this bit of intrusive stupidity go?
It’s really weird, the things that bother us.
ReplyDeleteI wonder why some do and others, much worse, don’t.
What’s even weirder is that I’ve just had a mail delivery notification telling me that my email to you could not be delivered. Eh?
ReplyDeleteDo they know something we don’t?
Friko,
ReplyDeleteDunno, ignore apparently. Although, I often do not publish comments on this site.