One of my neighbors just knocked on my door to use my phone. Poor widdle thing was having a “panic attack” (my fat hairy ass) and was home alone and couldn’t breathe!!!!1111!!!

I’m already at zero respect for this girl and now she’s dipping into the negative. It didn’t seem to me to she had any problems breathing.

She lives with her mother.
She has no job.
She has a bratty as hell 5-year-old son. All she does is scream at this kid. Or beg him for huggsies and kissies. (Can you feel my eyes rolling?)
She has a puppy that she treats no better than her kid. They both roam loose and leave crap everywhere.
She’s bitchy at everyone unless she wants something, then it borders on whiny.

What does she have to be anxious about? She’s farmed the kid out for the weekend, and she has no responsibility! What, nobody’s home and she’s in desperate need of attention?

Give me a fucking break.

Oh sure, I know there are people out there with legitimate anxiety issues. She ain’t one of them.

So she called 911 and I came back inside. I honestly couldn’t care less.

Pantywaist.