Just went to the San Francisco Soup Company for lunch – some bitch put me in a rotten mood, as much as I’m trying to resist. I was trying to squeeze between two women at two different tables when one of them picked up her chair and tried to move it further in so I could make it by. Well, it landed on my foot. It fucking hurt, so I naturally gasped with pain. So she screeches, “Geeeeez! Sorry! I was trying to help you.” What a freaking ‘tard! I then said, “Yes, I realize that. I’m not angry with you. I’m hurting. Can I get my shoe back?” She freaking just kept on sitting on her chair, which was on top of my shoe for the remainder of the conversation. What a dippy bitch!
Forgot my cell phone again. Ugh.
I had a good weekend, however. Tiring and not very productive, but very enjoyable.