Bemoaning The General Lack Of Self-Awareness In Tight Quarters

My appetite was beginning to wane... and it occurred to me that perhaps some of this cultural erosion of common decency and fundamental self - respect could somehow be blamed on the invention of the cell phone. I mean.. think about it.. back in the old days of rotary and push button phones these sorts of conversations more commonly took place in the privacy of your own home and were rarely overheard by random strangers on the streets.

The Early-Bird Drunk And The Snapped Backpack Strap

I gave the driver a "please give me a second to wrestle my bag away from this drunk alligator" look and politely told this guy that it was no big deal... I could fix it when I got home... and that I hoped he'd have a nice day. It took him a second, but he came to understand that I was politely telling him to let the fuck go and back off.

Kindred Strangers

Before I could stop him... not that I would have seriously tried... Rick leaned forward as best he could muster his body to do so and ask the kid if he had ever considered getting a fucking job.

Greyhound Dreamin’

He tossed and he turned and he moaned - for two and a half hours - and he groaned and he flopped himself over onto my shoulder as if I was some sort of fucking Michelin Man