How To Cope With Horrible People

Yesterday, I had the misfortune of meeting a horrible person. Like, a viciously mean, nasty, horrible person. It came about because she made an entirely unreasonable demand - the type that only people who have lived a lifetime of getting everything they want can make - and I was the unlucky bugger, in the wrong place at the wrong time, who had to explain that it was impossible. What followed was a personal attack, during which she propped herself up on the strength of her group of equally mean friends, and I thought, ‘wow, this is what a gang of high school bullies looks like when they reach their late 60s’.

Apologies for starting off on this track, but if you will indulge me, I have a feeling that writing this post is going to be the best therapy I could give myself!