So I am in the toilet at Scarborough Town Centre and I am thinking about people since I am helping out with the gift wrapping campaign.
What makes you think you can call me every name in the book because you want me to wrap your gift a different paper from the one you just told me to use in the first place.
I don’t care who the hell you are, you are not going to bitch at me for something that is YOUR fault. Why are you telling me every variation of the word F**K when your two kids plus 3 of their friends are with you? Karma will get you back some day.
