>>1842022“And how am I supposed to know that? I don’t read minds, you stupid… aaaAAHH!”
I trip down. Carrying around the water with these stupid high-heels and also trying to navigate between the narrow kitchen and the girls behind me proved too much for me to handle. I land on my knees – it huuuurts! – and have to place my hands forward so my face doesn’t meet the floor; sadly that means that I let the bucket go, and now I’m soaked.
The answer from the girls is of course, laughter. Not a single hand helps me get up, so I have to carefully maneuver around the now soaked floor and try to not trip again.
“You were about to call me stupid? You can’t even walk!”
“Look at what you did! Mop that up, and this time remember: left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot.”
My face is getting red; not out of embarrassment, but from full blown rage. I help myself up with one of the counters in the kitchen, gripping it a lot harder than I have to. A few tears threaten to Rush down my face, but I hold them back. These damn whores! What the fuck is their problem?
a) Ignore them; I have a job to do. Try to dry myself up and just be really, really careful when walking.
b) Grab my bucket, my mop and get out. Don’t close the door.
c) Oh, laugh all you want. I have a psychic Pokémon. It’d be a shame if… something like a small fire started and you had to evacuate.
d) GRAB THE NEAREST BITCH AND TRY TO GOUGE HER EYES OUT!
e) Write in.
NOTE: No one is losing any eyes.
