Yesterday evening when I boarded the bus I noticed that there was a woman occupying two of the front seats; She had put her bag on one seat, and had her legs propped up in such a way as to block anyone from sitting next to her. There were plenty of other empty seats on the bus, but I really felt like being a pain in the ass, so I stood next to her and made her move her stuff so I could sit down. Of course, it wasn't easy for her to move her bag - she had to fumble a lot in order to make me aware of just how difficult I was making her life, as well as the 4 people who were standing behind me, waiting for an opportunity to pass. As I sat down I thought, "Welcome to rush hour, Honey."
My poor attitude is precisely the reason I should never drive a car.
Like A Bridge Over Troubled Icing
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[A group of Wreckerators, some in frosting-smeared aprons, walk on stage
and begin to sing...]
*When they're leery*
*Feeling small...*
*When tears are ...
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