I might have to scream at the next person to look at me like I’m an Amazon freak with clacking heels. I was in the supermarket yesterday, and I was in a rush. To complicate matters, my heel is broken and so I am literally walking on the metal peg. You know what I am referring to. Anyway, I walked past these guys, and one of them literally started stomping around behind me and giggling with his friends. I despise being mocked, its one of the few things to actually put me over the edge. In my fantasy, I told him he was a short little dweeb, and I should ram my stiletto up his ass. In reality, I just glared at him and bought ALL of the hot and sour instant wonton soup.
