My commute lately has sucked the swamp nuts of a short-order cook after a double shift. Paving, idiots, paving, morons, and more paving. This morning I paid attention to the things I muttered out loud. It made me giggle when I became conscious of how mean and crabby I get:
"Come ON, motherfucker."
"What the fuck is wrong with you? GO!"
"You gotta be fucking kidding me."
"Get off your fucking phone, ugly bitch."
And this after last night, when a girl stole the last open tennis court and we sounded like two Tourette's patients off their meds.
"Come ON, motherfucker."
"What the fuck is wrong with you? GO!"
"You gotta be fucking kidding me."
"Get off your fucking phone, ugly bitch."
And this after last night, when a girl stole the last open tennis court and we sounded like two Tourette's patients off their meds.
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