Just now

I've just been outside for a fag, and to try and enjoy the warm sunshine. My mind started to wander, and I remembered something that happened about an hour ago. I was in a shop, and heard someone asking where the nearest lavatories are. The shop assistant directed him to the nearest public ones. I saw the man outside and suggested he should use the ones in McDonalds, which are much nearer. Then, out of nowhere, he asked me if I wanted to go to a 'very important meeting' and pulled a flyer out of his bag. By this time my suspicion had been aroused, and this time I was right. He was a Jehova's fucking Witness. I fought the urge to say what I really thought, and told him politely that I didn't believe in that stuff. Why do those cunts always seem to pick on me? Why is it always me? Groan.