Dear Ugly Lady at Fakta who told me not to yell at my son,
(and by the way that was NOWHERE NEAR a yell)
If there are children unfortunate enough to have you as a mother I hope they throw a huge tempertantrum the next time you are in a store. Then I hope they have grandchildren that throw huge tempertantrums every time they see you. I hope they scream and flop on the floor. I hope they slobber and yell. I hope they kick and flail about. Then I hope someone as all knowing as YOU shows up and give you their ever-so-insightful opinion on the matter.
I forgive you. I'm sure you are just bitter at being stuck in Denmark indefinitely. Enjoy your grocery shopping and guess what - In America bread is only 97 cents, shopping bags are free, and these things called "chocolate chips" exist but you'll never get them - so HA.
And to the man who threw a little fit in the Fakta parking lot because I went out the wrong way: GET OVER IT!!! Yes, sicking my tongue out at you may have been immature but the look on your face made me slightly happier. And for you guess what...? In America, gas is $3.50 a gallon and you could buy three nice cars for the same price as your one ugly, rusty one.
I never even shop at Fakta (grocery store). I just wanted one little thing which I didn't even find. Needless to say I won't be returning to Fakta. I hope Fakta burns to the ground in the middle of the night.
I wonder if I have free speech here? I'm going to lay down...