Screw you.
Dear Ginger Bitch Debra,
I can deal with the fact that you like to correct my answers, even when you are dead wrong.
I can ignore you when you try to correct my speech, in your backwoods ignorant fashion.
I can even pretend to tolerate you when you plop your flaming red self across the table from me at lunch and try to strike up a conversation. In fact, I am tolerating you. I certainly don't like you.
I must, however, ask you why you felt it necessary to announce to our entire class that you think it's the funniest thing ever that I eat pizza with a knife and fork. Are table manners that peculiar to you? If I were in a room full of my friends, I would pick it up and eat it with my hands. I was not in a room full of my friends- I was in a public place, therefore I used my cutlery. It's not that funny. It's most definitely not funny enough for you to talk about for the last three hours of the day.
Sincerely,
Me.
I can deal with the fact that you like to correct my answers, even when you are dead wrong.
I can ignore you when you try to correct my speech, in your backwoods ignorant fashion.
I can even pretend to tolerate you when you plop your flaming red self across the table from me at lunch and try to strike up a conversation. In fact, I am tolerating you. I certainly don't like you.
I must, however, ask you why you felt it necessary to announce to our entire class that you think it's the funniest thing ever that I eat pizza with a knife and fork. Are table manners that peculiar to you? If I were in a room full of my friends, I would pick it up and eat it with my hands. I was not in a room full of my friends- I was in a public place, therefore I used my cutlery. It's not that funny. It's most definitely not funny enough for you to talk about for the last three hours of the day.
Sincerely,
Me.
