Today I walked past Muffin Break and they were cooking some cheesy scones and honestly the smell made my entire body tingle.
Then, like how a lion will pick on the sickest gazelle, a little boy ran up behind me and slapped my bum. I turned around in horror to see him pointing a toy gun at me.
His dad apologised, of course, and told the child ‘we don’t do that’. My first response was to say ‘I don’t even know you’ (even though it would totally not be okay to touch my bottom even if i did know you). The dad then laughed and said ‘would’ve been a different story if I had done that aye?’
Yes. Yes, it would’ve been a very different story.