We have a new cleaning lady at work, and I don't like her.
She looks at me like I got my office floor muddy on purpose.
Lady! It's not my fault and you're not my mom.
It's raining, my shoes are wet, we all wear shoes inside around this office. You get paid to clean, it's not like I'm stomping around on your heirloom rugs with dirty paws.
I could be overreacting.
But she rubs me the wrong way.
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