I got caught in a parking lot traffic jam outside Target
on christmas eve eve, which was awkward.
It could have been charming, except that I was late
picking up Cookie from piano lessons,
so instead of being like, no, you go first, I insist,
merry fricking christmas,
I was like, what the hell is wrong with all you people?
Go home and be with your families -
it's your fucking holiday.
I'm not like you at all! I need diapers!
I just came here for diapers!
Let me the fuck out of here!
I had to go back the next day for the diapers.
Whatever. Merry fricking christmas.
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