Every day I spring out of bed at six in the morning intending to spread sweetness and light all day.
And then idiots happen.
You know the feeling. One moment you’re Mother Teresa and then you’re Shiva, Destroyer of Worlds.
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Example: Mr X (not his real name) was TWO HOURS LATE for dinner.
When we finally started eating, he said: “This meat’s overcooked.”
No…