Summertime sistering

You may have been wondering where I’ve been. I’ve been sistering with Frenchie in the West Country and we had a hoot.

I’m still Dengry (diet angry) quite a lot of the time but Frenchie was quite happy to play along and we found unexpected levels of joy in ranting angrily then laughing at ourselves and indeed the poor creatures/ things that sparked the rant.

Ranting is much more enjoyable when you’ve got a partner. I had cause to rant at a till on my return. Someone, I’ll call her Old Bat, asked if she could go ahead of me because she only had two items and I said yes before I realised that I only had four. The cashier asked if she should serve Old Bat first and I said yes as apparently her leg was about to fall off. Old Bat said that if it was that big a deal I should have said no, to which I responded that in future without proof of imminent limb loss I would. How petty! I just couldn’t stop myself. Old Bat and her friend laughed derisively like donkeys, ahaw ahaw, I probably deserved it. How I stopped myself telling them I’d see them next Tuesday I may never know. I need to get a grip obviously.

Frenchie and I had what could have been a contentious till experience while we were away. I bought a pair of bargain pyjama trousers in a super market. They are bright candy stripes and I teamed them with a pink tee. Fabulous you might think. However the girl on the till said that I’d look like a big stick of rock. Yes indeed I said, with ‘gorgeous’ written all the way through my middle. Frenchie all but high fived me.

I’ve worked on a till in my youth so I forgive till operators most infractions, it’s a damned dull ass job with way too much contact with the public.

I’m wondering when this dengriness will peak or will it just keep growing? I could be a positive danger or perhaps I could rent my services out? Mouthy, angry, middle aged bitch for hire. I might need to work on that tag line for the advert though.