Do you know, when I was in high-school I went to the mall near my house with my girlfriend to do some Christmas shopping.
We were there, sixteen year old me and seventeen year old her, holding hands and window-shopping, minding our own business.
This Salvation Army shitheel gets aggro about it in the middle of the mall and Iām there totally flabbergasted cause like, itās christmas
Only, 16!Tabi had even less composure than 26!Tabi, so I lost my fucking mind on her.
Thing is: when Iām really angry, I donāt rage, I go all cold and apparently that freaks people out, because I could see my gf backing up and the lady getting tense and then I realized that anger doesnāt solve problems.
So instead, I started wailing.
Picture this: 5ā4, tiny, blonde haired high school girl with her little violin on her back and pearls in her ears just as PTA-approved as could be, full on sobbing in the hallway.
Just, sobbing like my dogās been shot.
Now my gfās like, āoh fuckā and the ladyās like āoh fuuuuck!ā and Iām here, head thrown back, tears down my cheeks and in that shrill, distressed, /loud/ voice, āWHY WOULD YOU B-b-be so MEAN?! Itās CHRISTMAS!ā
And the ladyās like āplease stop Oh fuckā because now we have a crowd, and this Molly Weasley of a woman putters over, āwhatās the matter, dear?ā
And mall securityās coming and this bell ringer is looking very uncomfortable so I just look at this matronly ellen-watching suburban housewife lady, eyes wide and wet and my lip wobbling.
āI was, she s-said, s-s-she said I was going to HELL!ā
And I burst right back into tears.
Maaaaaaaan, they didnāt even stick around to ask why sheād said it. Soon as I said it, Mall po-po bounced her like a fucking pogo stick.
We get outside and my girlfriendās like āthat is the most Slytherin thing I have ever seen anyone do.ā
It was four years before I saw the Army back in that mall.