Random people have the habit of coming up to me and complaining about their issues. One of the more memorable ones was a delightful old lady complaining about some young punk that trod on her foot. Today, it was the bus driver, about a taxi driver.
But but... Why me? I look very approachable meh?
Then again, it's all these little moments in life that put a smile to your face.
So God, what, or rather who's next?
Oh, and:
"so im like a castrated man trying to rape a young woman? "
:D
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