Today two people broke in front of me in the burrito line at my favorite lunch restaurant. I was at the back of the line when they arrived, which made the break extra obvious, but they happened to know the man in front of me, and so they loitered around him until I gave in and made some space for them.
Rather than acknowledge what they were doing or ask permission, or rather than letting me skip ahead of them, they just ignored me. I outwardly ignored them back, but inwardly I hated them (take that!), mostly because they reminded me of what an enormous wimp I can be.
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People We Like. I've got a new photo in The Morning News: the co-owners of Frank White, an unusual coffee shop in my neighborhood. — 07.17.08 Charles Atlas will make a man of you! "Against Atlas' better judgment, I declined performing all of my exercises in the nude." (accompanying shirtless photo of the author taken by me.) — 07.17.08 Cat on a Leash. I am totally buying a leash for Coleman asap. — 06.25.08 The Brooklynites. Great photos of a wide range of people from my favorite borough. (Thanks to Kurt [a talented photographer himself] for passing this on.) — 12.19.07 Killer Boob. My childhood (and current!) friend Sarah talks about her experience with breast cancer on her well written and charming blog. She's an American living in Belgium and happens to be one of the best people I know. — 12.19.07 |
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