Today was one of those days, where nearly everyone who tried to have a conversation with me (over the age of like 15) got themselves onto my, "I want to punch you in the nose" list. It got to a stage, where this old guy thought he was being absolutely hilarious and instead of giving me my damn KFC Brownie Avalanche, decided to make wierd-not-even-remotely-within-the-realm-of-funny jokes. There I was, window rolled down, leaning half my body out of the bloody car (coz yes, I am Smurf-sized), and he goes on wheezing like it's the most hilarious part of his day. And then he stops, and looks at me expectantly, as if I'm supposed to burst into ridiculous guffaws too.
"I WILL PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE!" I yelled.
In my mind.
In reality, I said, "It's so hot, please can I have my ice-cream now" and smiled (no, not a snarl), an actual (fake to the power of China) smile.
Yes, that is an original Dash sketch. Pulled out of the archives. Highly appropriate considering my vicious mood.
Dear Karma, I hope you're making a note of this, you owe me one.
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