Standing there and taking it as I'm patronised on the doorstep by an affected vulgarian (whose faux worldliness is merely a self-justifying, perhaps unconscious, rationalisation of the hard fact that her inner life seems unilluminated by any spark of intelligence, sensitivity, insight or culture) while bad for my blood pressure is still the best option.
Satisfying as it might be for me to indulge in a little repartee, it wouldn't do the third party likely to over hear it any good.
I feel a lot better for writing that.
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