That man told me I should eat two donuts instead of one.
How kind of you, Sir, to so eloquently highlight my frame to the general audience.
Ignorance lets far too many insults fall to the wayside.
Had it been more obvious and more maliciously done. Perhaps you might have felt that little Old Fashioned donut with chocolate frosting smack the smooth side of your smile.
One and a half donuts, and one small, well dressed humiliation slipping off your lips to rouse a few lightly sleeping demons from their sleep. Too skinny. Of course.
Wronged? Not at all, really. I have nothing to harbor but a bad impression, and a renewed sense of a low numbered scale.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment