Slap his face

Not only is this swine trying to evict you, but he's also getting his jollies off over this. You slap his balding face.

"Please sit down," he says, rubbing the red mark. You do, tucking in your black skirt under your legs.

"Now," he continues, "I am afraid that this money is far too little. You are three months overdue on your rent. I just called the employer listed on your rental contract, and they said that you do not work there anymore. Clearly, you are in no position to stay in the unit. I am afraid we are still evicting you."

"Well, let me in so I can move my things out."

"Can't do that. We will have to auction the contents to cover your debt."

"Fuck you!"

"I am just doing my job, m'am."

You stand up. "Give me back the cheque."

"Ma'am, I can't do that either. It has to go towards your back rent. You should leave now."

You don't just slap the baldie now. You punch and claw him, and give kick him between the legs once he goes down. But he hits the panic button the intercom, and security hauls you outside. They leave you there.

You stand there in your black knee-length skirt, white shirt, black jacket, black pumps, and blue tights. It's evening. You have no money, no dinner, no place to stay. Your ex-coworker Joan was the closest thing to a friend in town. There's Rick, an ex-boyfriend whose ass you threw out five months ago for a damn good reason.

So, call Joan, call Rick, or spend the night in the park by Flieshman Pharmaceuticals?