Back in New York...

Why do i do this to myself? why do i leave the calmness and serenity (i know i know) of my house. i'm sitting in a dunkin donuts on lawn guyland enjoying a cup of coffee and my book this morning, when all of a sudden, this woman goes off on the guy behind the counter because she paid for a coffee and a ham and egg croissant and didn't get the croissant. i mean, she wasn't nice one bit. i felt like telling her off, but didn't. now this poor guy behind the counter wasn't saying much at all, then suddenly lifted his hand which contained a bag which contained her fucking egg sandwich. he was getting it ready for her, as unfortunately in this world, things don't magically appear when you ask for them (i wish i had a million dollars i wish i had a million dollars). SEE! she snatches the fucking bag out of his hands, and without a thank you, storms out. now, my urge to bitch slap this woman was huge. how on earth is her day going to go if it started out like this. i hope she wasn't a teacher.

God i can't wait to get home.

GRRRRRRR

MBM