A woman pushed into the bus queue ahead of me the other day. She was 4 in front, so I couldn't make a comment without making a REAL fuss. It wouldn't have been so bad, but the witch took the jump seat (seat closest to Driver and door that I always prefer to sit in).
Now I had just bought hot-BBQ-chicken-in-a-bag. She didn't know. Nyah, nyah, nyaaaah. Took the next best seat (next to her) and put my chicken bag on top of her clothes-shop carrier bag. Ha. Perhaps next time you jump the queue you'll remember the night you went out smelling of chicken.
I am vindictive.
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