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Monday, March 05, 2007

Dementia

"girl, come. you haven't pay yet, so pay now.
huh? you're talking to me?
don't act like you don't know. don't even lie. i didn't see you put the money on the table.
what the -. hell, you're like moppin the floor when i was paying, and your butt's facing the entrance! get your facts right, nan, i mean, anyway, the entrance's just worth my bloody 10 cents- why make a fuss?
ill-bred child, you. okay fine, i'll rest your case for now. i shall remember your face ..........
oh, so you're gonna sue me huh next time? HAHAHAHA, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! for the sake of the goddamned 10 cents. HAHA i don't entertain dementia patients. uh so long."


..and then i stormed off like a mad dog with anger. gosh. humiliation in the freaking public, like hello do i look that cheap or what. curses (!)

Diana H.
Jan 8, 1990

xo,