Mr Condescending
I met the ultimate Mr Condescending
Yesterday In the bank
He spoke to us like we were complete morons
Who’s brains had shrivelled and shrank
In order to excuse the banks obvious mistakes
He waffled a complete load of tripe
In a very condescending manner
And nonsensical hype
I do not anger quickly or often
But l could feel my anger rise
I felt the steam steadily blowing
Out of my ears, nose and eyes!
I retaliated with tone and attitude
As l could no longer hear his words
Once realising our brains were still in full working order
He shut-up and we were heard!!
Copyright © Deb M | Year Posted 2023
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