Today I was talking towards the tube station in my neighbourhood to go check out what the commute was going to be like for a potential job I'm being interviewed for on Friday. We'll little did I know I would be walking with sticky feet for most of the trip!
This silly nutter of an old man decides, just as I'm passing him on the sidewalk, to empty the remains of whatever was in his water bottle right into the middle of the sidewalk. Well a good amount of it sprayed off the pavement onto me feet and I let out a sound of surprise when it hit me! The old man just looks up and says in a throaty voice "I'm sorry, didn't see you there." But he obviously wasn't really sorry. His attitude insinuated I shouldn't have been walking there. Your sorry? Really? That's all? Now I have to make this 25 minute journey (one way - so really actually about 50 minutes) in sticky feet! Not only were my feet sticky, but so were my favorite pair of flip-flops I was wearing. I can't stand anything sticky on me at all - its a huge pet peeve and its something that will actually drive me to become a nutter. One sticky pair of feet + one sticky pair of flip-flops = one unhappy Lana Vugteveen!
What the heck is this old man thinking? Who the hell dumps sticky, milky liquid from their water bottle onto the sidewalk? Its not like there was a drain or anything around. Of course its bound to hit someone walking - duh! There are only like a million pedestrians everywhere in London!
that sucks! i wonder what it was... eek.
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