So the other day, I was at a fancy bathroom fitting shop, I’m talking Hyde Park fancy, diligently waiting my turn to be served when a woman marched into the shop, Botox, pilates ass, expensive water bottle, and stood in front of me at the counter. ‘Maybe she’s just picking something up’, I naively thought. A misunderstanding perhaps? Turns out, she was a great big pusher in. Two of the most unameezing things in the world, littering and pushing in. Both evil, selfish and just darn rude to the rest of us. I open my mouth to say something to Pilates Ass and then close it again, and open it again and close it again. So now I’m that girl who got pushed in front of, didn’t stand up for herself and looks somewhat like a fish. My blood turned thick and syrupy with anger, my cheeks flushed and my eyes went all wide and crazy. And still I did nothing but stand there and feel bullied.
I guess you could say that’s what karma’s for. But my question to you, dear ameezing reader, is what is the best way to deal with that situation? Does one stand all zen like and remember we’re all human and all want nice bathroom fittings and this is a fleeting moment that won’t matter in time? Does one stand, all self-righteous, hand on hip saying, ‘Excuse me, you and your extremely toned ass pushed in front of me’? Or does one scold the shop keeper for not maintaining order in the maze of super shiny bathroom taps? I really don’t know.
There must be some neat, ‘F.R.I.E.N.D.S’ way of dealing with that situation where I say something, Pilates Ass says something, we all laugh and shake our heads, the shop keeper says something like, ‘You ladies have niceness on tap’. Cue audience laugh, roll credits. All black and white like. That would be nice. Failing that, I’m just a blotchy, wide-eyed girl imitating a fish, getting bullied by a woman with an amazingly toned ass. And no one wants that.
ameezing 
