Monday, February 25, 2008

Open Letter to Girl on the Q Train

You. The one who pushed past me this morning before I had coffee. Separately I might have been able to stand: the gum chewing; the singing out loud and bobbing along with your iPod; the giant bag full of leafy greens from the food co-op that you have planted directly in my path. But all together? Oh, girl, do you want to get smacked? (It is a bad kind of Monday.)

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