this morning #223.

this morning, people were people so why should it be that she wanted to repeatedly stab this guy in front of her in line at the grocery store. she loathed his tattered MAGA hat & wondered why that was still a thing. she loathed the way he talked down to the teenage cashier while simultaneously calling her “sweetie.” it brought back memories of her own relationship with gaggles of men in her hometown who’d shaped her reputation for her. boobs boobs boobs. as she burned a hole through the back of his head, she judged his taste in “groceries.” who would be caught dead buying a two-gallon jar of peanut butter & a case of cheap beer at 9am? she’d pray for his soul.