I was standing in the line at Albertson's this morning, fuming about the teetering shit-sandwich life has been serving me lately. Any act of kindness on my part has been punished severely and ruthlessly. But on the upside, my bare feet are constantly finding dog excrement. So there's that.
The guy behind me in line had 4 items to my 12. "Would you mind terribly if I went ahead of you?" he asked, already inching ahead of me.
"Yeah. Actually, I kinda would mind."
"Asshole," he snapped.
I couldn't even manage to care. "I might as well be," I shrugged.
And then I went to my car, and it was neither on fire nor being trampled by rabid yaks. So things are improving.