An irate. . .

. . .woman appears within my presence. I can tell, through years of experience but also her rather unpleasant tone, she is unhappy about something she deems within my purvey. I assess her discomfort. It is something I neither caused nor was aware of before her very forceful dressing down of me.

“I trust you understand,” she begins to tell me what I must do to remedy this situation which, if her attitude is to be believed, will take hours, if not years, of therapy to erase from her soft, play-doh mind. “You’d better fuck ‘n’ clean it up.”

“If it’s all the same to you,” I say to begin to assuage her fragile psyche. “I’d rather just clean it up.”

As much as I honestly try, good people, I rarely seem to help the situation.

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