(Written 1/17 posted late)
This morning I was stuck on a train that sounded like a busy cafe. Yes. At 7am. Diediedie. Wear gags. Die.
Now I'm stuck across the aisle from a chronic sniffler who is making no effort to do anything about her little noise maker. She had plenty of time to stop for elevensies* but picking up a box of tissues for a clearly runny nose was apparently out of the question.
I know. I know! If I had patience and tolerance with humanity's stupid, I would be a perfect human specimen and the universe is encouraging me on that path. But really. I don't need to be perfect. I'm fine the way I am.
*Please note that it is 11am ish so it is time for elevensies and she got on the train with at least ten minutes to spare. I was making a logistical point not food shaming. And actually I'm kinda hungry so maybe if she shared I would want to kill her less.
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