I was walking past a queue at the bus stop this morning when a bloke popped out to gurn at me and say 'Don't look so bloody miserable. It's not the end of the world'. Now, I don't expect random strangers to know my back-story when I'm walking down the street, or make allowances for it. But in fact, on top of a shitload of other serious problems, my Dad died recently. So recently that we haven't had the funeral yet. Why the buggering fuck should I have to pin on a smile just in case some bloke gets offended that I'm not delighted to see his dozy face?
Honestly, I thought I'd left this kind of shitty comment behind when I hit forty.