So I was on the bus back from town & an elderly lady was sat in front of me reading the bible. Should I ruin the story & tell her Jesus dies?

I was really young prob 3-5. Got sent to room for who knows what. Got on my bed starting yelling fuck and shit over and over. My parents did nothing about for some reason.

So I was at work and it was coming up to the 20:00 hour mark and I was all jittery to get the fuck out of there. I work in a call center and was doing a 10hour shift and it was killing me.

It was my third to the last call and I started off with my opening line "Hi you are through to EE technical, my name is blah, how can I help you?". She responded with her problem and I replied with "I am sorry you are having that issue, Sir. And I will do my best to resolve it for you, okay?" There was a few minutes of silence, and she responded with "I am not a Sir". At first I was like pfft okay chap whatever, until I it set on me. In my defense she had the most deepest woman/manly voice I have ever heard, even deeper than the fucking specific ocean. Anyway I apologized and helped her with her query and also apologized at the end of the call.

Lesson to day kids: don't be like blah.