Because there’s nothing special about failing, III
Heeeey, I say, ‘cause it’s that kinda day, where I’m friendly as an exaggeration, where I'm trying to make myself laugh at my parody of politeness so I don’t start audibly wishing customers, employers and passing people all to hell.
Eh, he says, pouring himself a large coffee, I could complain, but who’d listen?
Sheeeeyit, I say and he laughs. I don’t wanna hear it. Man, I had enough people going bat-crazy on me today.
I'm with you, he says. It’s like my wife always tells me, you could scream, but no one would hear you.