Sore loser
I went laser-tagging with my friends today. It was fun, except for the one person in the group, who shall remain nameless, who acted like a bratty, over-competitive little kid. She acted totally inappropriately, and it was embarrassing for everyone.
Oh, wait. That was me.
Yes, I, like the humble and mature person that I am, threw a little hissy fit in public and then sulked for an hour because I got the lowest score. Lovely, no?
It's too bad, too, because it was fun and cheap, but DAMN did it bring out my bratty side . . .
Oh, wait. That was me.
Yes, I, like the humble and mature person that I am, threw a little hissy fit in public and then sulked for an hour because I got the lowest score. Lovely, no?
It's too bad, too, because it was fun and cheap, but DAMN did it bring out my bratty side . . .