I know that you believe the American Express black card in your wallet makes you a better person than me. But I feel like that might not be true. So when I'm pushing my child in his stroller through the mall, if you cut in front of it while you're talking on your platinum cell phone, I feel like maybe you shouldn't give me a dirty look when I can't stop fast enough and accidentally nick you in the ankle. Also, when I'm trying to back my Corolla, which is sandwiched between two SUVs the size of Texas, out of a parking spot seemingly intended for a Schwinn bicycle, maybe you shouldn't honk at me ferociously and give me the finger. It's bad manners, and it doesn't make be fall to my knees in humble apologies.
yours truly,
Shannon
I went into the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life...to put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. ~Henry David Thoreau
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