Uncharitable Thoughts

I want to shoot the guy sitting next to me. Not only did he plant himself at my ELBOW when there are a dozen other seats in this coffee shop that are not quite so breathing down my neck. He also keeps trying to start stupid conversations about the internet connection here, my computer, the music that's playing. Even it were a slim young guy, outside the borders of my personal space, I'm still not sure I would welcome conversation just now, what with the stress and all.

I bet as soon as I get out of here I'm going to start feeling bad about making fun of this guy for being chubby and middle-aged. I always do that. Guilt makes me think that maybe it isn't me who's not the unreasonable one.