I’m not mad- YOU MAD
There is a woman out there in the world who said something very mean and very derogatory to my roommate, a certain “f” word used to refer to people of the LGBTQ+ community. You know why? You know what he was doing to inspire this trashy woman to say something like that to him?
He was holding the door open for her at the store. He was leaving the store, she was walking up to the store, he held the door open for her when he saw her approaching, and then her hideous true colors just vomited out of her garbage mouth.
I hope her card got declined and I hope there were a bunch of people in there to watch her struggle and be embarrased. I hope no good samaritan volunteered to pay for her things and she had to leave the store empty handed.
I hope then, all dejected and sad, she gets in her car only- it doesn’t start. She cranks and cranks and cranks but nothing happens. She tries to call a friend to pick her up, but I imagine she doesn’t have any friends. Her card was declined earlier so she can’t call a tow truck. What’s she gonna do? She walks home. It starts raining. She doesn’t have an umbrella- she was going to buy one from the store but her card was declined! So just gets soaked.
She makes it home, wet, dirty, and sad only to realize she doesn’t have her house keys! She can’t get inside.
If only there was someone there who could have held the door open for her.