Meanwhile, back in rant-town…
- I hate it when know-it-all elders talk about how they “don’t understand why these young girls drink so much water”, making sure I’m in earshot. Honestly, how does this affect you? Passive hydration?! I don’t criticise your dry, shrivelled up existence (well, evidently I do, but at least you don’t have to hear it) – so let me drink my goddamn 1.5L in peace!
- Just after Christmas, I had a showdown at my local Pizza Hut take-away. It is so rare that I’ll argue with anyone in customer service because I know how shocking a job it can be, but I’d been working for 13 hours, was starving, and wasn’t in the mood to be ripped off by some misogynist neanderthal jerk (FYI, if you ever want to turn me into She-Hulk, chauvanistic behaviour is the fastest possible way). I got my way in the end, but then… let’s just say that the graphic images that sprung to my mind of what he might’ve done to my food meant that I couldn’t bring myself to eat it anyway. It still haunts me that a whole pizza went in the bin – and then I think of the various bodily fluids that may well have been on it and I’m okay again. But now I can never show my face ’round that little locale. Of course, I’m sure my heart pumps a sigh of relief.
- Does anyone else think that Turkish Delight looks and tastes like congealed shower gel?
“Sometimes I find my industry utterly immoral and just wish I could walk out and not look back”
You’ve been to the US, isn’t that the norm over there
It’s only a problem if you think it’s a problem
“Does anyone else think that Turkish Delight looks and tastes like congealed shower gel?”
No
Well, “black chicken” (if that is, indeed, your real name), thanks for your most enlightening comments – especially, “It’s only a problem if you think it’s a problem”. You’re a regular Yoda!