You know these days where you are going to have a ranty rant and you will be perceived as being old and grumpy.
I’m saying to the ‘older generation’, I got this, I’ll take this one for the team. What the fuck is it with buying products these days? You get them home, undo the packaging and in between the bits and pieces and all the faff. No fucking instructions!
Would it fucking kill you people, it’s not rocket science? It’s not that fucking hard. OK, I’ve probably exceeded my acceptable level of F-bombs in this post, but seriously, FFS!
Oh, what’s that? You want to know what I bought?
A small traveller at home kit to do a little waxing. Just thought if ever Covid lockdown goes past the Spring, thought I might want to do my legs. Or to be fair, I can’t inflict this kind of pain on myself, but will happily train someone else to do it for me.
Had years of being tortured by my beautician who is way too efficient. Not enough time to inhale and let out a sound of pain or torture. Oh, but of course there’s a damn web address I must do research.
COVID-19, you are killing me.