Things To Rant About
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When did a lie become an alternative truth?
Why are parking spaces so small?
Do subway riders even know deodorant exists?
Why do jaywalkers ignore red lights?
Why do kids never wash their hands before they eat?
Why do people spell doubt and subtle with a "b"?
Why have twenty checkouts and only two cashiers?
Why are there no cops around when you need one?
Why do people peddle religion door to door?
Why didn't these annoying things bother me before?
A few more things to add to my list of gripes.
Why wasn't I warned that life could be so screwed up?
There are no washrooms around when you need to piss
and tips get automatically added to the cost of a meal
while interest rates on credit cards are outrageous.
And the deliveryman won't deliver to my apartment door.
I know I've been ranting a lot, but there's so much more:
like roads that never get plowed,
people who pay for groceries by check,
and double parking on a narrow city street,
all things that add to my anxiety and frustration.
Oh, and what about coffee that's too hot to drink?
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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