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Last evening I was trying to get to a destination to meet my friends for dinner, at an insanely busy rush-hour peak period. Nevermind all the waiting and squeezing, or rather a very cliche statement "packed like sardines"; the clumsy me stubbed the front of my shoes into the back of a lady's slippers while struggling down the stairs.

Obviously she was in front of me, and as expected on the count of three she turned and gave me that glare. THAT glare. If not for my 12 hour sleep I might contemplate to challenge her, but on second thoughts after I had a glimpse of her tattoo on her right hind legs it granted me a revelation: honey, apologize and let it go..