Physiotherapist 🩺 || Health tips🏥|| Man. Utd 🔴|| Sharing my diary through tweets✍️
Jul 9 • 4 tweets • 2 min read
I thought the woman behind me was recording me at a coffee shop. Every time I shifted in my seat, she seemed to move her phone too. After a few minutes, I started feeling uncomfortable.
At first, I tried to ignore it. Then I caught the screen pointed in my direction again. That’s when I decided to say something.
I turned around and politely asked, “Excuse me… are you recording me?” She looked completely horrified. “No,” she replied immediately.
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She turned the phone around for me to see. The camera wasn’t even open. She was on a video call.
I apologized straight away. Then I noticed something I’d completely missed. Her phone wasn’t aimed at me at all.
It was resting against a sugar dispenser, facing the empty chair across from her. Curious, I glanced at the screen. An elderly man smiled back at her.
She noticed me looking and quietly said, “My dad’s in hospice.” “He can’t leave his bed anymore.” “So every Saturday, I bring him here.”
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Jun 27 • 5 tweets • 2 min read
For almost three years, I paid for a reserved parking space at my apartment complex.
My apartment only came with one designated spot, and after long shifts at work, I looked forward to pulling straight into it instead of driving around looking for parking.
One evening, I came home to find a black SUV parked in my space.
I figured it was a mistake.
So I parked in the visitor’s section and left a polite note asking the owner not to use my reserved spot again.
Two days later, the same SUV was back.
This time, I waited around for a few minutes until the owner walked over.
I said, “Hey, I think you accidentally parked in my assigned space.” He looked at the number painted on the ground, then shrugged.
“It’s just one parking spot.” I pointed to the permit sticker on my windshield. “It’s actually the one I pay for every month.”
He laughed. “You’ll find somewhere else.” I reported it to the property office the next morning.
They thanked me and said they’d contact the owner. Apparently, I wasn’t the first resident to complain. A few days later, I got home from work again.
