Im so enraged right now, its beyond words could describe. Let me fill you in a little on what I had to put up with a couple of hours ago. Winds everything back... The laptop closes and I walk, backwards, all the way to the now opened doors and gates. Slipping my left foot into the ipanemas, then the right one. And we now, back pedal all the way to the opened lift. Sister in tow, and we are back at the front of that fucking shop. Oh yes a corner store that apparently sells stationeries and provides photocopying services. They offer stamp making services too, which was what i was after. I told that reluctant sales-bitch behind the counter that I would like a stamp with 'Parents have noted student's work' and a fucking dotted line beneath that so parents could sign and acknowledge. I mean thats the very essence of wanting a customised stamp right? You'd want something on it that won't be readily available in the market. This, now transformed into a slut of a fucken wom...
