Offences
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True Confessions of New York Girl
When I think of embarrassing moments there are those that rise to the top. I will never forget the dressing room; I was standing in line to try on some clothes, when a nice lady asked me if all the rooms were taken. I simply replied that they were and that I was in line. On the outside this was a normal exchange, nothing too ordinary about it. Let me just add a little more color to the scene. The scene: a mall in Scranton Pennsylvania, America. A true Yankee, born and raised in New York, where all “a” sounds are clearly that of a New Yorker. Enter in…
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people are so…
I feel it rising up in me all the time. People. They don’t get it. Someone takes the shopping cart clearly I wanted. Someone purposefully cuts me off in traffic just to get under my skin. It seems that everywhere I turn someone is out to get me… or are they? Can you relate to the blood boiling frustration of people being in your way? Causing you discomfort or inconvenience? Constantly not understanding you when you talk. Maybe you can relate to the frustration of living in a culture and time where people can be largely inconsiderate… especially of you. As I take a step back from my…