Chapter 76 Jokes With Strangers

• Drenched in a cocktail of shame, regret, and frustration over the encounter with that man, I stomped my feet on the floor as I made my way back to the living room. The television show continued to play on the screen, but I was in no mood to watch it any longer. With a decisive press of the remote's power button, I silenced the room, yet my mind buzzed with his words. "What did I do to deserve to be treated like this?" I wondered, the echo of his accusations ringing in my ears. It had all started as a harmless joke, a little jest on my part, yet he had reacted with such disproportionate intensity.
• Sinking into the sofa, I let my hair fall forward as I absentmindedly twirled strands around my finger. "You were in the wrong, but now you'll have to face the consequences," I muttered to myself, grappling with a mix of indignation and defiance. While I acknowledged that my actions may have been misguided, I refused to feel ashamed of them. My cheeks flushed with a blend of embarrassment and righteous anger as memories of the confrontation replayed in my mind. "How dare he," I seethed silently, feeling a surge of resentment towards him. "He's rude. He's uncouth."
• The insult lingered like a bitter taste in my mouth, and I vowed silently, "I will not forget this, Mr. Arthur."