That Loving Feeling
David phoned me at work yesterday. He'd been robbed, on his way to the bus stop. He's fine, just shaken up a bit. And a little peeved at me. Here's why:
David: "I got mugged. Robbed. Whatever. He had a gun. Dammit!"
Frankie: "You're not picking up dinner then, are you?"
I suppose it does come across as a bit insensitive.
David: "I got mugged. Robbed. Whatever. He had a gun. Dammit!"
Frankie: "You're not picking up dinner then, are you?"
I suppose it does come across as a bit insensitive.
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