After my first post I mooched round the house a bit and gathered the washing. I just managed to get the first two loads into dryers when a crowd formed. It was like a flash mob of people with bags of wet washing. Several of them scowled at me for my temerity in having two machines. I had three loads to do so I deliberately split the last load between the two washers and sat there looking smug to the bitter end.
I hate people who use the dryers without using a washer in the launderette.
I’m not keen on people who scowl at me either.
To be fair, they probably aren’t keen on me either.
Then it was off shopping. There were a lot of people in the shop who explored new and inventive ways of getting in my way.
They should be identified as children by their tendency to dawdle and sterilised. That way they might be able to get in my way but they won’t have a brood of useless children to help them in the activity
By this time I felt the need to sit in the car and write haiku.
Unfortunately I ended up writing a haibun about people getting in my way.
It didn’t help.
I feel the calming effect of Japanese poetry might be wearing off.