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To the Stunned Cunt in the Parking Garage:

Considering I was carrying a huge mesh sack of laundry, two large (heavy!) Ikea bags full of stuff, a 5′ long cardboard poster tube, had a purse slung over one shoulder, and an overnight bag over the other, and had the exhausted look of one who has just returned home after a long weekend spent with family - was it really necessary to ask me if I “live here” before you nearly slammed the parkade door in my face before I could get in?

In addition, do you think you also needed to inspect the keys that were precariously dangling from my pinky to make sure that I did, indeed have a building key?

Because really, if I didn’t live here, and was carrying that much stuff, don’t you think maybe I’d be going in the OTHER DIRECTION?

Fuck you!

Much Love,
-Jen

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