A Scream
When I was younger I had the temper to match my hair color. I am not even kidding. I inherited this pleasant trait from my…oh, well, I won’t say. As I’ve gotten older I seem to have mellowed, but to be perfectly honest, I really haven’t. I’ve just learned to suppress it when it bubbles up.
Tonight the dryers in the laundry room at my apartment complex and I had a bit of an altercation, that is, I gave them money to do things but they did not. Then I gave them more money and still they laughed at me. I’ll admit that I couldn’t really take it. It bubbled over. Doors were slammed and things were thrown.
All over $2.50!
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