When I tried to explain to him that I was taking a one minute break in-between games whilst my mixed partner warmed up, he told me to "lose your attitude". I looked at him quizzically, and decided that he was not worth my time.
I, as calmly as I could, rose up from the bench I was sitting and walked to my other spot, on the benches at a far court. Whilst gathering my bearings, he continued to yell at me.
I could have yelled at him. Had I been a more violent person by nature, I might even have punched him for being so rude, inconsiderate, and downright mean. Instead, I tried to play a game with better people. I won that game; but the fun was gone, so I left and did my best to amble back home.
The subways were down, and I walked through the crowds of brightened people hurrying to catch a shuttle bus South or North while I made my way into the Loblaws to purchase an assortment of products that I probably paid too much for and that I definitely did not need.
Thus ends my story about my productive day.
Oh, and I made cricket/mushroom/fish soup.
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