So, while in the Post Office, standing in line with about 15 people in front on me, I feel and hear a whisper in my ear “you need to move forward”. Now this guy was so close to me, he was just about touching my neck. I moved forward, said something about him not having to be so close to me, and continued filling out my label. Not even 30 second later he was right up against me again. Soooo, again, I moved a bit forward trying not to crowd the woman in front of me. Annnnnd again he moved so close to me that he could have been humping my leg if he twitched even in the slightest way. So, I am sure we all know what I did next. I causes a ruckus. I’m damn good at causing a scene.
I yelled something about him “humping my Fucking leg” and “I’ve moved three times because of it, you do NOT need to be that close to me!”
Small USPS store means the whole office, patrons, and all the tellers heard. The guy put both of his hands on the counter as if he was used to being made to account for his hands, and said not a word more.
I went to the next teller, and as always asked how his grandbabies were while everyone stared are the freak behind me. Snarl.
Anyway. I have a photo dump for you all. These are from the last few days.
One of the loves in my life.
Walking around the last few days to clear my head.
Also, while in the store I found some Spotted Dick – I’m VERY familiar with that. But, what the hell is Treacle (in a can)? And, is it just me, or does it look wayyyyy worse next to the Spotted Dick?
On my way home yesterday this was on the sidewalk of a construction site:
Hope you are all well.