…a brat

While I was pasting the pickle on the cheese, on the scores of bread slices making THEIR sandwiches — safely in the kitchen because by that time I was scared for my life — I thought: They don’t deserve my help, they are just the spoilt brats of society who ‘take the piss’ and work the system. Warm bowl of food after warm bowl of food — spoilt, angry, lazy brats. Continue reading …a brat