Hey Asshat,
Perhaps my body language isn’t clear enough, but usually when someone is nervously glancing at you, yet refusing to make eye contact and hightailing it toward the furthest corner of the Wegman’s, they are trying to get away from you. Just a thought. But yet there you are enthusiastically running over to me, pushing your two drooling children in what appears to be a shopping cart disguised as some kind of plastic car. Now I am going to be forced to listen to you chatter about your job at the mall, your husband’s drinking problem, and how your child has pica (which he is displaying by consuming his shoe). This is especially painful and awkward for me since I denied your friendship on facebook…twice.
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