If there's one thing I

If there’s one thing I abhor more than raw cheese, it’s gossip. More so when they try to involve me in their nit picking stories of other people’s lives. You know, I couldn’t care less who the vicar’s wife ran off with, and I could probably live without knowing how many bathrooms Mr. Singh has in his new house. It baffles me people can talk about someone’s murder and how good their garden looks in one breath. Go tell someone who actually cares about what Mrs. Khan was wearing when you saw her in the park on Sunday, because I certainly don’t.
This rant was brought to you by lack of sleep and the letter Q.