Sunny Fun in the Park with Retards

The way she kept on bungling the directions - MOST men would have gotten that straight away...... It's across the highway from Aldi - 2 blocks over the hill and it's a dead end street... Something has really changed since I had the heart attack - one receptionist is as smart as fuck... really clued on, she says that once people have heart attacks and the "Oh no - am I about to hit the floor for good?" issue, they just get really short on tolerance for bullshit.... I was really tired, and I can't be fucked engaging with people - like she wasn't horrible - I had never been to the place before - I really was guided by god to be there... AND so I knew fuck all about it.. And when I said, 2 blocks over the highway opposite Aldi - it wasn't 2 blocks up or down the highway, or turn off the highway and go 2 blocks past Aldi.... You know she has a map and fuck - it's just frustrating.... I just want to say thanks, bye and be gone..... but she wants to keep on dragging it on.... when I lay it out for her, she gets all feminist entitled and indignant = I never liked dealing with the fat bitch anyway - so the moment she started with her "Your very rude and I am a victim" crap - I told her to fuck off....

She was just fucked.... not horrible but I would not want to be anywhere near her in real life....

@Life_N_Times_of_Shane_T_Hanson: yeah I know the feeling. I get irritated too quite a bit the type. Bit they're basically giant children monkies behind a computer screen and phone. This is what test is really for tbh. It makes you appreciate the work behind doing a task, such as guiding her to either offer a blowjob after the BBQ, or submit a formal form to the effect of a request for analysis by the city. They would have to pay all these business and engineering specialists all this money to get joe contractor to come out and adjust that specific bench in about an hour. Thousands of dollars would be spent by the City. You could always do the job yourself. But that would open up a possible interaction with the giant City Karen about damage to public property.

"test" - testosterone. Aka the hormone the gods.

Or just eat standing up, then just use the bench as a bed as you sleep off the succulent meal you just had. All I'm saying is if one has been a working taxpayer trying to enjoy a BBQ on a publicly designated bbq station, one is entitled to a blowjob from working city Karens or the Karen should just take that damn form out and start typing them sentences in. This would be my advice to said business if I was any kind of labour resource manager.