Saving grace
With a condescending smirk on his face, “My bad man, did ya say something?” he asked.
Just as I was about to leap over the counter and pounce on his little wormy ass, an elderly tenant came through with two small bags while fumbling with her keys. Reaching for them, “Let me get that door for you, ma’am,” I said.
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