I was at the bus terminal, walking around while I waited for my bus when I saw a soft-in-the-middle mid-30s guy standing outside the bus in one of those close fitting fitness shirts with the embroidered logo of a massage school, trying to negotiate something with the driver. It was apparently not going well, because as I came close enough to hear, the door closed, the guy started walking away, and the bus engine growled louder to move the big hunk of metal.
Right then, the guy waved his girly, hairless arms and shouted, "Why does everything have to go wrong today?!" And he headed off to what was certainly going to be the next disappointment. I could speculate on what else had gone wrong by about 8:30 in the morning, but he looked fairly well put together, wasn't bleeding anywhere I could see, and seemed to have a backup plan, so it couldn't have been all that bad a morning. It was his question to the universe, soft girly arms stretched out that made me pause and take note.
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