Aptly,
The man stared at me - wanting his way.
I did not give him his way - but rather intended on having mine.
Alarms did sound in my mind but it was nothing to do with the man and something about my throat being sore.
I'm working on set tomorrow.
He took his seat as I had hoped.
And I sucked on a mint hoping it would help. (My throat)
These people think I think they are important to me. They think its my job to allow them the right to be... right.
But its not - and I could care less. Unless they're passing me a camera or a big bag of money to make a movie with, I couldn't care less about the table at which they over-eat and bloated with meat and potatoes - leave.
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