An alliance that was doomed before it even began...
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They call her princess, but she was never looking for a prince charming. Good thing he's anything but.
Completely irresponsible, troublesome, and a liability, there's nothing remotely noble ab...
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Will I be bombarded with bullshit or can I make my money in peace today?
That is the question that plagues my mind everyday that I head into work.
Whenever I'm about to enter through those glass doors, all I can do is just hope that what awaits me on the other side is the latter rather than the former.
Except I'm not even inside the building when I've already determined that it is more likely to be the first option. In fact, I haven't even left the parking lot yet when I see the roid user with the crazed look in his eyes stalking across the lot with his jaw clenched, feet stomping like a toddler throwing a tantrum, and an ill-fitted muscle shirt.
Here we go.
I keep my head held high and my eyes anywhere but on the man who had argued- or more like screamed at me last week about the payment that I had refused to refund him.
It wasn't my fault that he forgot to cancel his membership.
And when I'd finally had enough of the clear display of him not having proper home training, I had security escort him out. The ill-mannered individual then proceeded to yell and attempt to keep his feet glued to the floor during the task of removing him from my building. Unfortunately for him, he had to be dragged out like the dog he was acting like.
However, for some reason, despite the great embarrassment he had caused himself and the display of disrespect towards me, he was in the adjoining parking lot of the gym this morning.
But the best way to deal with people like him- the ones who unleashed anger like explosive bombs, was to act ignorant to their existence. Don't give them the attention they so desperately crave.
However, as I continue moving across the parking lot, doing my best to avoid his adult temper-tantrum, his gaze locks in on me. The man clenches his fists and his face is drawn into a hideous scowl.
"You," he calls out low in a piss-poor attempt at being intimidating as he stalks over to me.
I keep walking.
"Excuse me! I'm talking to you."
"Excuse you." I place emphasis on the last word, still not slowing in my movement. "You were banned."
"This is a public parking lot. How are you going to ban me from it?" The man huffs out incredulously, high offense clear in his rebuttal.
"It's actually a private lot. Mine. So, get off of my property," I order out calmly and firmly, the sound echoing throughout the concrete confines of the lot.
But, the man with roid-rage does not leave my parking lot. And he keeps following me. Even though I don't falter in my steps at all nor do I pay him any mind.
