So, a few days ago a woman (she’s over 18, she’s now a woman) I work with asked me if I could go find a broom for her, presumably so that SHE could sweep up a broken pot up (she works in the floral section of our store). I act like a blue pill in public (even though it’s hard with all this Red Pill Rage), so I said sure and found one.

When I brought it, I leaned against a wall, told her “Here you go” and turned to leave.

She then asks me “aren’t you going to sweep that up?”

Guys, the rage that went through me at that moment.

I calmed myself as quick as I could, and explained that was needed by management for something else right now, so I couldn’t help.

Then I turned the fuck around and walked away. Small victory for sure, very small, but damn did it feel good.

AWALT