This one had a long list of ailments...I damn near fell asleep on my feet listening to her yap at my wife...I came THIS close to asking her if she was a bitter lesbian. THIS close.
When we were done, we passed by her heading out the door with our loaded cart. We both smiled politely. You know...that polite 'FU' smile. :-)
It’s easier when I have a 110 pound PTSD Doberman with me.
The mask nazis won’t come close and I keep holding my hand to my ear and saying “What? Sorry. Hearing impaired. What?”.
/dog just...smiles
:)