Today I went to our warehouse to get a box of something. I noticed a red car parked in my spot and it was parked at an odd angle which is just fucked up.
As I was unlocking the door, this elderly lady came out of the suite next to us and started talking to me.
Please keep in mind that I don't like people and when strangers talk to me - I bristle.
She told me she was from the local church and they were going to deliver cookies to all of the local warehouses on the 17th and she wanted to know if I was going to be there to receive my cookies.
With a stopped up nose, I snapped back at her that I live a privileged life and I don't need her cookies. I told her to give them to the homeless or the poor. They would appreciate them more.
She gruffed at me and jumped in the red car and sped off.
Perhaps I should have been nicer to her, but for real, the last thing I need is cookies.
But damn, now I kind of want some cookies. Karma is a bitch.
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