At the end of the night, when the theatre is closing down, please leave.
You want to stand and talk with your friends? Great. Do it outside. Meet at the bar down the street. Go to someone's house. Just get the fuck out. It's 11pm and some of us have been at work all fucking day and we'd like to go home.
I shouldn't have to herd you toward the door, especially after standing there for ten minutes with my coat on. What the fuck did you think I was getting at when I put it on? It certainly wasn't because I was cold.
Oh and by the way, if I herd you toward the door at the bottom of the stairs I want you to keep moving. Don't stop and chat some more on the stairs or at the top of the stairs. I want you out. All the way out. This should be this difficult. Just fuck off already.
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I'm sorry, I don't get the clue very easily. I'll make sure to skedaddle right away next time.
Thanks Lady. I just didn't know how else to tell you.
There's a very simple reason for this.
People basically suck.
I would disagree, but that is very, very true.
I asked my sister who was there and she assures me it was not her. Otherwise, I would have tattled on her and let you beat her!
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