Brahma
04-08-2011, 06:43 PM
As the twig is bent ...
“Stand up for the lady,” my mother said
loudly.
My face went as red as a beetroot. I
stood up.
“Miss …” I mumbled.
“Do I look that old?” she asked coldly.
Someone sniggered. My mother looked
out the window.
I'm not a misogynist - I don't hate women. I've just
never forgiven them.
“Stand up for the lady,” my mother said
loudly.
My face went as red as a beetroot. I
stood up.
“Miss …” I mumbled.
“Do I look that old?” she asked coldly.
Someone sniggered. My mother looked
out the window.
I'm not a misogynist - I don't hate women. I've just
never forgiven them.