I'll Go. God, Please.

Ritta: I want to give a quick shot out to the lady that passed by me the other day when i was kind of distracted walking the dog, and didn't immediately move outof her way. She walks around me and says, yeh, don't move or anything. And then, to say, i formed an imaginary response in my head that lasted approximately four hours and ended with 'i hate her' Ritta: The idea that someone on a friday afternoon, truly, like at five 30 p m, would decide to walk past me and say "Don't move for anything" made  me more angry than i have been in decades.