I am 2 tables (20 feet) away from this woman outside at my local pub and can smell her patchouli from here. She’s about my age. Please. Stop. I love the smell of patchouli, but in muuuuuch smaller doses than some of y’all are wearing it.
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Also, she just said “Long story short,” twice in the last 30 seconds. Come on. Grab a new cliché. Or resort to something literal, like “I won’t go into all of it.” I know it seems like I’m shit posting this woman, but she side-eyed the guy at the table next to her because she had to move an empty chair at his table to get to her chosen seat, she’s gossiping about her tenants, and she’s mocking millennials. I just don’t like her energy. Sorry.