Black ink handwritten script on white paper reading "don't let idiots ruin your day" in three lines, a lettering design suitable for a tattoo.

Handwritten lettering: don't let idiots ruin your day

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The image shows the words "don't let idiots ruin your day" written in three lines of loose, joined handwritten script in black ink on a white background. The linework is fine and even, with a small flourish on the apostrophe and a long looping tail on the final "y" of "day". It is a plain monochrome sketch with no shading and the text sits centrally with generous white space around it.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The man in the grey anorak had been shouting at the card reader for ten minutes, and Maureen had decided, somewhere around the third sigh, that she was not going to let him have the morning. She wiped the steam wand, slid a flat white across the counter to the girl with the cello case, and said nothing while he jabbed at the screen again. Behind her the radio was murmuring about the M25, and the bell over the door kept jangling as people came in out of the drizzle, looked at the queue, and went straight back out.

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Her sister Pat had left a note taped to the till years ago, in biro on the back of a bus timetable. Don't let idiots ruin your day, it said, in loopy handwriting that leaned into itself like it was trying to get away. Pat had been dead eleven months now, and the note had gone soft and yellow at the corners, but Maureen still read it every time she counted the change. It had never once made the queue shorter. It had, she supposed, made her look up.

So when the anorak man finally stabbed the card machine a last time and turned round with his face going red, Maureen did not reach for the sharp voice she kept for Mondays. She smiled at him instead, the slow, unbothered smile Pat used to use on the bus driver when he forgot their stop. "Take your time, love. The coffee's not going anywhere."

He blinked. The cello girl laughed. By the time the card went through, the anorak man was grinning like a schoolboy, and Maureen was already calling out the next order, her pen tucked behind one ear, the timetable note folded small in her apron pocket where it belonged.