How To Bother Me

Here's how to make me REALLY GRUMPY: Complain to me about something that I have absolutely no interest in. It makes me even more mad if I have no idea who you are. It's the worst if you're a crazy old woman. And if I've just worked a 12 hour shift and don't feel like listening to crazy people on my commute home ... well, I can't help it, can I - we're both sitting at the same bloody stop. So I make eye contact with you, crazy woman, and that was my first mistake.

I'm sorry that the Food Building at the CNE doesn't give out free samples any more. I'm sorry that the roller coaster was dismantled in favour of a soccer stadium. I'm especially sorry that you came all the way from Scarborough to see the Chinese Lantern Festival because you had a coupon from the Toronto Star and you forgot to check if it was even open today. It wasn't, and I'm sorry. No, really - I take full responsibility for your pain. Please lower your voice, you're starting to yell. Better yet, please PLEASE stop talking to me. I only work at the casino, and no, we no longer have dollar tables and I'm sorry about that as well. Forget I said anything. You should probably go comb your hair and makes some friends, you witch

Love,
Bri