I was super annoyed with my roommate the other day. We get along fine, not so much in common, but whatever. A few days ago I came home just as she’s leaving, and about half an hour later she comes back complaining. “Oh I’m so annoyed!” she says. “I drove all the way downtown [it's freakin' 4 km, why are you driving anyway] and there was nobody there! And, I had to walk past this crackhead with scabs all over his face. Normally they don’t bother me but this was was like - [disgusted look] - you know?”
Oh you had to walk past a person who was suffering from several illnesses? Must have been so hard for you.
Then she got on the phone and found out that she had just been at the wrong meeting room, and left again.
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