I often walk to my local SBux (I know, they're evil, but SALTED CARAMEL FRAPPE SEASON) to do some writing or editing.
As I approach, I had to step off the sidewalk, cross a parking space, and back over the curb, because little miss entitled has decided she needs sun. She dragged a table and chair from their spot by the door, right into the ramp from the parking lot up to the store. It was sitting right on top of the blue-painted lines that indicate handicap access.
You know, sweetheart, other people might want to use that ramp. If you're cold, try wearing jeans instead of shorts in NOVEMBER.
As I approach, I had to step off the sidewalk, cross a parking space, and back over the curb, because little miss entitled has decided she needs sun. She dragged a table and chair from their spot by the door, right into the ramp from the parking lot up to the store. It was sitting right on top of the blue-painted lines that indicate handicap access.
You know, sweetheart, other people might want to use that ramp. If you're cold, try wearing jeans instead of shorts in NOVEMBER.
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