Hard of hearing hell

Thank God it’s the weekend. 
The last two days have hit me in the face with a situation that is so unfathomably stupid, and yet so astronomically stressful, that it’s had my head spinning in ten different directions at once.
A woman at the supermarket has made a complaint about me. This has happened before, several times, and sometimes they had a point, but this is ridiculous. Have you ever noticed the similarity between the phrases “It’s a bit cheesy” and “You’re a bitch who’s easy”? No, neither have I, and neither, I would suspect, have the other 7 billion people on this planet. Except one. And this trouser-wearing, hearing-aid-avoiding, Daily-Mail-reading, feminist, mentally-deficient arsehole-of-the-greatest-magnitude wants me to get sacked for being rude and offensive. And because our weak-minded, lily-livered, backs-to-the-wall, scared-of-their-own-shadows-let-alone-the-threat-of-bad-publicity managers are determined to take ‘every customer at their word’ I’m under threat of suspension and not allowed to enter the supermarket pending the results of an investigation.
What a load of old shite.
So I’m happy to be off now until 10am Monday.
They can investigate the hairs in their own armpits for all I care, I’m going to enjoy my weekend.

RC 23-9-16