The moral of every story
I am in a wretched mood today and I can’t put my finger on why. I physically feel fine, much better than I did earlier this week. Even the ginormous burger and fries I ordered from Chili’s did not make me feel better, not that food has ever been something that I find comfort in but damn, the world’s hugest hamburger is at least something to feel happy about… right?
Yesterday Toya and I were pulling up to Arby’s drive-thru when some old man with a handicap tag hanging from his rear view and a crazy look in his eye started waving at us. We rolled down the window and he said, “I’m not crazy I swear, I’ve been cussed out four times now but I’ve lost my wallet and I’m about to run out of gas. Please if you can give me any money I will trade you for a brand new pair of jumper cables.” I’m a sucker for handing out money so of course I gave him four bucks, and as he reached out to get it he said, “Really, just why, why are people so rude?” and I screamed, “BECAUSE PEOPLE ARE ASSHOLES.”
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