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so this guy comes to the door and asks me if anyone in our flat drove a dark red *insert make of car here* because it's blocking his driveway and its been parked there for hours and he drives a van and can't get it out and has a delivery to make...
now already i would consider this to be far too much information and completely irrelevant anyway since i tell him it's not ours, neither of us drive
which should then be the end of the conversation and i go to close the door
but he's still talking
it's just that it's been there so long and he thought it must belong to someone in our flats and he needs to get his van out and the car is parked right over his drive and he needs to make a delivery...
i'm sorry, like i said, neither of us drive
and he's still fucking talking
because the car is parked right over his drive and he really needs to get the van out to make his delivery and did i know if it belonged to anyone else in the flats and why would they park over his fucking drive, do they not know he needs to make a fucking delivery...
i have no idea who it belongs to, it's definitely not ours though
and then he just stares accusingly at me for a while and i'm thinking maybe he's seen me getting out of james' red car and thinks it's his, which is very creepy, and then i'm thinking maybe it is james' car, maybe he walked into work, and then i'm thinking fuck you why am i doubting myself? and my soup is getting cold and get the hell out of my hall!
so i apologise [in the vague, incredibly unapologetic way i do to annoying asda customers who think they're right] again and close the door while he's still mumbling about his delivery
and i can imagine it's annoying
but not my problem
prick
