Listen. I know that I use swearing words and that I talk about falling down all the time and being batshit insane, but I like to think of myself as a woman of MANNERS, who happens to maybe USE THE CAPS LOCK A LOT, and oh boy, you'd BETTER GET USED TO IT, because it's going to be here a lot in this entry.
I am a LADY. I present myself as such, and I pride myself on being EXTREMELY POLITE even when the situation calls for SLAT KICKING. I was brought up to have MANNERS and good ones at that. So imagine my OUTRAGE when I found myself on the receiving end of some very POOR MANNERS. The outrage, I tell you.
But! I'm not even going to give all the gory details, because I am what? A LADY, and even though I wear big boots and a lot of eyeliner and swear a blue streak and might just be a NUTTER I still know from being rude, and since I pale considerably and fall upon my fainting couch when people are rude (actually, I usually just burst into tears and run away, I'm a little fragile) I shall not STOOP TO THAT LEVEL and give the details of a situation wherein another person was VERY RUDE INDEED and I'm not having it, I tell you! I'm not having! It!
Let's construct a HYPOTHETICAL SITUATION, shall we? We shall. In this hypothetical situation, plans between two people who had never met before were made. We'll call it a "date." This is all sheerly hypothetical, I remind you. So this "date" was planned after much conversation, and our heroine, who looked a HELL OF A LOT LIKE ME, put on her biggest boots and lots of eyeliner and went OH SO BRAVELY out of her apartment, INTO the car, DROVE the car to the destination, and INTERACTED with other human beings, which is a major event IN AND OF ITSELF.
So the "date" happens, and I will be (hypothetically) very polite and LADYLIKE, GODDAMMIT, and say that it didn't go very well. There simply was no chemistry between the two people. No one's fault, just a matter of compatibility, no harm, no foul, we all go about our business and chalk it up to experience, and hey, at least my hair looked really cute (hypothetically) and I was wearing my big boots, so I had the FORTITUDE needed to go on said "date" and at the end of the "date" I was EXTRAORDINARILY POLITE and we said our goodbyes, the end.
OH BUT THAT'S NOT THE END. I come home to find that this person has BLOCKED ME on the internet from interacting with him, even though I didn't do ANYTHING WRONG, and hey, perhaps I would have liked to have thanked him for dinner and BEEN A LADY but OH NO, I don't get that opportunity because I have been SHUNNED LIKE THE AMISH, and I did not appreciate that and listened to my Amanda Palmer album VERY LOUDLY because she is NOT a lady and sang all the swearing words that I am TOO POLITE to use.
Of course this is all hypothetical.