i'm losing it

it's effhin'.

i can't understand how these people get along with anybody else.

okay. so i'm in an elevator with this older lookin' lady. i got off, right after she did. she was swipin' her badge onto the automated lock an' it was being rejected.

i was there earlier, an' i had to submit my badge because they (the security guys) were reformattin' the badges because they made changes to the swipers.

i observed that the lady was cranked up because she kept swipin', an' the door won't open. actin' all polite and fulla respect, i walk up the lady an' in a polite and soft tone of voice, an' with an embarassed smile embossed on my face, i said, "oh, it won't work. they had to change the locks."

she did not look behind her, as if she didn't hear me. she kept swipin'.

she effhin' swipin'.
she effhin' tryin'.

keeping my cool an' swallowing the growin' lump a' pride in my throat, i rephrased. "ahurmm, it doesn't work, ma'am, they're reprogramming the locks."

"huh?!", she said.

i am positive that she heard what i've been saying. "they changed the locks, your badge won't work.", i repeat.

"why?", she asks in a rude tone a' voice.

"they're... changing... the... changing... the... ahem...the locks... ma'am.", i stammered, an' beginnin' to get bent outta shape.

"and?!", she says, kicking me around.

"excuse me?", i blurted, as i looked at her badge and notice that she's all outta rank. just another employee with an attitude problem. sonofagun.

she didn't say anything else afterwards. the door was opened immediately by security soon as they noticed us behind the glass door an' i got in after she did.

the ugly bitc*. she was ugly, man, she was ugly fer real. inside an' outside. i mean it. she's horrendous.

she's the poster child for psychosomatic disturbance.

it's not what she said.

it's how she said it.

it's pisses me off just thinkin' about it.

it's effhin', man, it's effhin'. i'm effhin' displeased. i'm effhin' pissed.

an' i was effin' polite an' all smilin' an' shi*. she's effhin' rude.

it's the little things, y'know. tells everything you need to know about a person.