12. Anger Part 1 Arriving on Fuming Island
“Fuck off you fucking bitch... You fucking pushed in, you fucking cow” This was uttered by an eight year old at the tills in the camping shop I pretend to w ork in. It was a notch up on the usual Stockportian charm school absentees. His tubby bodyguard that masqueraded as his father was already on the phone to the police. They had accused two couples of jumping the queue. It turns out after checking the security camera this was incorrect, but instead of maybe tutting or saying excuse me this kid went supernova. He went from zero to Roy Chubby Brown in naught seconds flat. His obscene verbiage was actually pretty impressive. One of the women stayed behind to give back as good as she got. She had no mask nor did the other three in her group. They were the usual group of loud mouthed anti-maskers who when you question them all have the same difficulties breathing. However this woman did not seem to have any problems shouting back at the kid and his father. She said she was going to “...