Dear [random person i saw today], i haet you

PLZ do not throw my game down on the counter after I give it to you. Just because you don't like Nintendo very much, doesn't mean you have to be a bellend about it, k?

thx, Patrick

prick.

The sequel to Bear in the Big Blue House.

yes, because i judge people on what they're like, not what they own or how they look...

It's funny - a bit like watching the Discovery channel.

Anyway. Continue thread.

When your stroppy little brat elbows me in the ribs shouting "I don't want to sit next to a lady", don't grin at me. My shrugging of shoulders and general demeanour was meant to indicate "kids, huh?" and that you might want to do something about it, it was not giving him free reign to continue it all the way between Buchanan Street and Partick while you ignored him, only taking the time to shrug shoulders and sheepishly grin back in a "kids, huh?" kind of way. He's your brat, you get to make him stop it. He's bloody lucky it was tolerant old me, and not some big bear who would have given him the mouthful of abuse and the slap he was asking for.

I understand your need to get to your crummy job in a hurry, really I do. But I was waiting there for a reason (oncoming traffic) and I do not appreciate your honking attempts to make me risk my life by turning when the gap is not sufficient enough to safely turn. I'm so glad you went ahead and turned before I did, causing the oncoming traffic to brake and make obscene gestures. It was with satisfied glee that I turned up at the next stoplight right behind your impatient ass.

Also - to the asshole in the blue mini truck (S10 or something like that), this world is not your garbage can. Thank you very much for throwing out your almost full cup of coffee onto the freeway while you were accelerating to merge. I guess you didn't notice that I was right behind you, but my car did need a little caffeine and those guys who pick up trash on the side of the road really love their jobs. So really, thanks, and I hope you have lots of litterbug kids.

free reign = free rein. Get it?

Cheers,

me

Can you get the fuck out of my way, please?

it would have been nice if, instead of standing around bitching to each other about another one of your coworkers, you had offered to help me get something off a high rack when i was standing 5 ft in front of you and obviously struggling. fuck you and your bitchy, lazy asses. i'll buy my shit from the website before you make commission off of me.

also: to the car behind me who honked when i stopped at the STOP SIGN, go fuck yourself. your life is not that important that you can't wait the 2.5 seconds.

-t

A loud part of a song came on so I didn't hear everything you said, but even from 50 metres away, I knew you were itching for a fight, even if neither of us had little idea of why. So when you said "(unintelligible)... hate your guts! I know what... (unintelligible)" as we passed each other, I looked at you with my best neutral expression, which I have cultivated over the years for these very situations, and which comes in handy at other times as well. You were having none of it - oh, wait, my face didn't matter, because I was not actually me.

But then, who was I? Someone you were so angry with that you stood there and yelled at me/her/him/it for at least another whole minute as I kept walking. But by that time the music in my headphones had reached great levels of wintry electro triumph, not wholly incongruous with the moment, completely blocking out your actual words but not a certain pitch to your outrage. Which is what made me turn around and see you in the distance, lower on the overpass, still shaking your fist at me, jacket flapped open, hair wild in the wind.

I could hate you, but I don't hate you. But you hate someone. Maybe they also have a red toque? Or a black coat? I don't know, but I hope things get better soon,
Robyn