On the up side there is something undeniably charming about being sworn at by posh people, made me feel... privileged.
I was walking along the pavement outside london bridge on saturday when I reached a point where some wooden boarding had been put up and narrowed the path starting at the corner of some side street. coming from the other direction was a woman wheeling a wardrobe sized suitcase trolley type thing slap bang in the middle of the pavement leaving no room to go around either side. I stop and stand as far to my left as I could to let her past only to get a massive tut/sigh/exasperated gasp combo as she threw her non trolley dragging hand in the air and in the poshest voice I've heard in a long time scream at me "I'm TRYING to go ROUND THERE... for fucks sake!" indicating the corner I was standing at waiting for her to go around me.
quite how I was meant to gleam this from her walking along a straight pavement with no sign whatsoever that she was intending to turn a corner she was a good 6 foot away from when I stopped to let her and her ridiculous suitcase go past. I certainly didn't feel privileged to be abused for being polite and not trying to barge past her on the narrow pavement like 99.9% of other londers in fact it made me quite angry so she got a "what?! fuck off you dozy c**t" in my only used for swearing heaviest essex estuary accent.
wonder if she's on some equestrian 'my daddy bought me a pony' site now relating the tale of her encounter with a terribly awful poor person in london when she had to slum it because daddy forgot to send his driver to take her to the station.
I was walking along the pavement outside london bridge on saturday when I reached a point where some wooden boarding had been put up and narrowed the path starting at the corner of some side street. coming from the other direction was a woman wheeling a wardrobe sized suitcase trolley type thing slap bang in the middle of the pavement leaving no room to go around either side. I stop and stand as far to my left as I could to let her past only to get a massive tut/sigh/exasperated gasp combo as she threw her non trolley dragging hand in the air and in the poshest voice I've heard in a long time scream at me "I'm TRYING to go ROUND THERE... for fucks sake!" indicating the corner I was standing at waiting for her to go around me.
quite how I was meant to gleam this from her walking along a straight pavement with no sign whatsoever that she was intending to turn a corner she was a good 6 foot away from when I stopped to let her and her ridiculous suitcase go past. I certainly didn't feel privileged to be abused for being polite and not trying to barge past her on the narrow pavement like 99.9% of other londers in fact it made me quite angry so she got a "what?! fuck off you dozy c**t" in my only used for swearing heaviest essex estuary accent.
wonder if she's on some equestrian 'my daddy bought me a pony' site now relating the tale of her encounter with a terribly awful poor person in london when she had to slum it because daddy forgot to send his driver to take her to the station.
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