Evil Barbie

So I met this bloke yesterday whilst coming into work. I still look cute, as I haven’t put on my uniform yet, and thank goodness for that!

We’re standing outside, this bloke and I, having a good old-fashioned chin wag about how the weather’s been toying with us all day. Sun one moment, rain the next, ya know?

We’re waffling on, enjoying that last bit of sunlight that has come out, not really paying attention to much around us, when this bird comes up to us in a rage.

I’ve got my hand on his arm, standing fairly close as I’m peering at his phone to make certain he’s keyed in my number correctly, he had.

She pushes me over, this woman, and thank heavens I didn’t fall onto the pavement and break something, as that lovely bloke had gone and caught me.

He shoots her a nasty glare, while she’s off blathering on about something I am not inclined to listen to.

He says to her, “Oh go on and quit your whingeing, you deluded bint! I am not your bleedin’ boyfriend.” He goes on with a glower to say, “I’d never date a bloody airheaded Barbie like you!”

He turns to me and apologises for her erratic behaviour. She’s his mate’s kid sister. Say’s he’d understand if I didn’t want to talk to him after this display, though he’d quite like it if I’d go to dinner with him.

I said yes, naturally.