Today.... Pretty much everything and everyone. The postal operative throwing the mail in the door, and then slamming it so hard it bounced back open again. The neighbour who annoys me as he is still breathing. The dickhead in the little pug 106 who went 15 miles down the single track road with me behind him, at 28mph.
Had another "Sandy, can you...." that's about as far as they got before the kindly line...
"gettitupye ya bass"
Fuck em. I've fucking had it with people.
Had to take Mrs Big Sandy to the hospital, we had to ring to make sure we actually had the appointment, as the dumb cunt post woman never delivered the appointment letter. It's a scan on an aneurism so it's important.
This is the same dumb cunt postie who accused me of stealing mail... Said she scanned a delivery at our house, which, wait for this, was addressed to a house 20 miles away... It was jewellery apparently.
So A) why can't you read an address. B) How many times have I followed you down the road and given you mail you have misdelivered to us? C) how many times have people given me mail that you have delivered to them? (and 9out of 10 times the fuckers have opened it) Why does that say I stole the fucking mail? How about you scanning a delivery for me, and then driving off down the road with it? I got the notification (it was parts) and chased the dumb bitch down the road, and said "where's my delivery?" Root round in the van, o here it is... I would have delivered it tomorrow... Fuck you you cunt.
Im in a fucking bad mood right now. Time to put the bastard tablet down and do something violent. I need to smash something.