The other day I was walking through a shopping precinct, just on my way from A to B, wrapped up in my own little world as I mentally ticked off the things I needed to do.
When I was accosted by a geezer trying to sell me Gas/Electricity packages or somesuch.
"No thanks," I said.
"OK," he said.
but as I walked on, his colleague shouted after me:
"Never mind, it's only Monday. You've got the rest of the week to smile."
I continued for a few paces, then I thought, no, I'm not standing for that. so I stopped. Turned. Walked very slooooowly back with my gaze fixed on him.
In a low and menacing tone, I said
"What did you say?"
Backtracking furiously, he stammered something incoherent " I was just ... er, I only, er ...."
"You don't know me, do you?" I continued.
"Er ... no."
"You know nothing of me or my circumstances, or those of any members of my family, do you?"
"Er, no." (swallowed nervously) "I apologise."
With a pointed look at the company name on their display, I said, "Just think before opening your gob then."
Actually (thankfully) there was nothing majorly wrong in my life, but arseholes like him aren't to know, are they.