Two guys were standing outside having a cigarette oblivious to the storms of anxiety raging in my soul. I sighed deeply, but timed it badly, as I managed to inhale seventeen tonnes of second-hand smoke. I squeezed passed the smokers, as they were courteous enough NOT to make any space for pedestrians. I wasn’t in the mood for a confrontation. I could have killed them with my one-touch-Ninja-jab, but decided to spare their lives. I had bigger fish to fry.
I grabbed the handle of the glass-door and swung it open.
The disgusting smell of nicotine was replaced by something worse. An odour straight from a troll’s armpit, attacked my nostrils. Somehow I suppressed the urge of flight and made it to the counter. The rude receptionist barely looked up. What a great day I was having, being ignored twice. Continue reading