bringing out the beast in me.August 13, 2008
It’s official, I think, that I am a non-smoker. Today is day 13 of no smoking, and I’m pretty sure the lack of nicotine isn’t affecting my behavior in any way. THEN WHY AM I HAVING CONVERSATIONS IN MY HEAD WITH TOURISTS IN WHICH I AM YELLING AT THEM FOR LEAVING THEIR HOTEL ROOMS DURING MY COMMUTE?
Seriously. Today, two stops from the Dupont Metro, a father and his two sons, one COMPLETELY decked out in shiny Lakers jersey attire, got on the bus at 9:30 a.m. and held us up for like, 3 minutes whlie he uncrinkled the WHAT SEEMED LIKE million dollars it takes for them to ride the bus three stops. Couldn’t this wait, like, an hour? Whatever it is you’re doing?
Also, old people. A couple I would normally see as cute, sixty-somethings with fannypacks FILLED ME WITH RAGE. The man actually said, out loud, to nobody, “I haven’t been on a bus this full since high school.” MAYBE THATS BECAUSE WE ALL, YOU KNOW, HAVE JOBS. AND WE’RE TRYING TO GET TO WORK IN A TIMELY MANNER, YOU FOOL. You making INANE COMMENTS like that just makes this interminable bus ride THAT MUCH MORE UNBEARABLE.
I’m pretty sure if I were still a smoker, I’d still be thinking these things.