People who don't acknowledge you when you hold the fucking door open for them. Seriously, jerks, I'm not asking for much, I don't even need a verbal "thanks" but a head nod, a smile and some eye contact... two seconds of goddamn recognition that, yes, I am standing there with the door in my hand
FOR YOUR FUCKING BENEFIT YOU DOZY FUCKING COW would not go astray. And, yes, two random bitches for whom I held the door today, I
am speaking to you.
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Can i make special mention of the dippy twats who wander round the supermarket in a daze like they have Nothing Better to Do? I'm here buying milk and fucking cat food people, not because I choose to be. Cunts.
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