Oct 03, 2009 16:20
Dear Little Girls Getting Off the Elevator as I Was Getting On:
I know you pressed every floor's button, you little shits. I could here you talking about it before the doors opened. The fact that the older of you refused to make eye contact with me helps solidify your guilt. Also, to the younger: Yes, in fact I will glare icely at you until you enter your apartment. I hope your tiny child-mind understands how much I loathe you and others like you.
Also, now I know where you live.
If you ever, ever pull that bullshit again, I will not stop at shooting you Death Glares. I will be forced to take action. I refuse to tolerate said bullshit.
Seriously, I stopped at every floor (of which there are twelve).
Do this again, you rotten little bastards, and I swear to God, I don't care how young you are, I will sass you so fucking hard, you will cry for an hour.
Sincerely, Steph