Just another day ...

I have a few issues with temper control, and what professionals call "anger management", Its something I work on, and I know I have a terrible temper. It's mostly under control but there are certain things that really set me off. As I walked down towards the train station this morning, I had to cross a narrow bridge, I stood aside for a young woman and her pushchair, and prepared to do the same for a middle-aged gent, plump, sweaty and balding. A business suit chap, I guess in his early forties. As he passed by, instead of the the mumbled "thanks" I was expecting, he decided to "pass comment" on my breasts.

Turning on my heels, I followed the fat bastard up the hill.

At the top of this particular hill, happens to be one, singular office block (TIBCO Biopharm and Pharmecutical Reasearch). I was fairly sure this was where he was heading, and happy days, it was.

I gave him four minutes, then buzzed my way into reception.

"Excuse me" said I (to the receptionist) "I was just walking up the hill when a man dropped his phone, he came in here, its quite an expensive phone, and if I'm sure its the chap in question, I would like to return it to him. Hes large, balding and wearing a sky blue shirt"

"Well" said the receptionist "That sounds like Mark Saunders,the marketing CEO, hes just gone up to his office"

The kindly receptionist let me into the lift for the second floor, where delightful Mark oversaw an open office.

Upon arriving at his floor I dropped my bag (to attract attention) and declared as the office looked up "Ladies and Gentleman, my name is Bethan Hopkins, and I am 17 years old. Mark Saunders, your CEO, just made graphic and tasteless sexual remarks towards me as I passed him on the street. He is a filthy, desperate excuse for a man".

Saunders cried for security and the police. I grabbed an extension phone and said I would call the press. I'm not 17, I'm 26, but don't really look it. Still, Saunders, you filth-bucket, that's no excuse.