Love to Hate (On You).
No thank you to the guy who cut me off in the merging lane while the rest of us waited patiently in traffic; and also to the person leaning on the subway pole during rush hour when the rest of us are just as tired and uncomfortable as you are; and to the person whose cell phone call might as well have been on speaker as you recounted bland details of the guy who stayed over last night and, no, he probably isn't going to call you-ever; and to the moms who think they rule the crowded streets of Brooklyn and running lanes in Denver, with their orange Bobs (CO) and Park Slope lattes (NY) and annoyingly good-looking yoga pants; and to the public restroom-users who forgot to flush, the pizza consumers who left crumbs on the table, the dog-walkers who don't clean up, the ATM users who can't get it right the first, second and third time, the litterers, the armrest hoggers, the cat callers...
No.Thank.You.
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You got it in one. Yesterday, I was sideswiped by thee (3!!!) stroller moms walking abreast, who took over Eighth Avenue here in Brooklyn, busy talking across the heads of their babies, with NO SENSE OF…what? Me, other people, the universe? WHAT, I ask you what. And I thought that scenario was only painted by news columns-and blogs.
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