“I’m sure Mary will dump an extra load of white hankys into the laps of such eager petulant tyrants in her name.”
What are you calling me? “Petulant”? “Tyrant”? Hmmm?
I try to avoid telling shoe customers whether their shoes fit, or not.
I figure that’s mostly between them and God.
Of course, I’m skeptical that the rabid clique types have enough personal insight to know when their shoes fit, or not.
Maybe God has a solution for that. I don’t.