This happened literally an hour ago.
Mr Maladicta is at work today, so I took the opportunity of nipping into town to buy his birthday and Christmas presents, as well as the ones for the rest of the family I'm palming off on my mum tomorrow when she brings my psychotic grandmother to visit.

Being in a rush because I have to be back for Tescos to deliver at four or thereabouts, I don't bother making too much effort going out and instead decide that the shorter and sweeter my trip into town is, the better, and especially as I need to clean and tidy the flat when I get home.

I burn through the first little bit of Christmas shopping braving the chavs (it's a classy place, Ashford), godawful Christmas music and that I Kissed A Girl song (whose awfulness doesn't yet have a word to describe it), and feel pretty productive.

All goes swimmingly until I walk into HMV and BAM. Twat Ex With Child at twelve o'clock, complete with his his Mrs (who looks about twelve), probably stocking up on bad vampire films and pr0n, hand in hand and gazing sloppily at one another. Eeeww.

In an unusually charitable, probably Christmas cheer-influenced move, and temporarily forgetting that a) TEWC won't so much as acknowledge me if he is with his girlfriend/fiancé/whatever and b) TEWC is the champion douchebag of the county, not to mention a twat ex for a reason, I choose to say "oi!" as he walks past with her clutching his bags of presents.

"Hi mate." Then gone.

Except when I saw them five minutes later going NOM NOM NOM on each other's faces in the middle of the shopping centre. Classy.

I cut my shopping trip very, very short and have been berating myself for being pants on head retarded ever since, because I know he will have got the wrong idea from my decision to be mature about these things...
( Maladicta, Sat 29 Nov 2008, 15:55, Reply)