Lord, please help me not elbow this lady in the face for crashing down into the seat next to me AND a sizable chunk of the seat I am in, bashing my laptop with her oversized purse TWICE (I have a teeny little MacBook… it’s well into my airspace), reading over my shoulder, and then carrying on a loud-ass conversation with her friend. Oh, and her fur coat is heating ME up, since she’s crammer her ass into a seat that, sadly, is too small for her. In fact, Lord, I pray that you give her every happiness I’ve ever asked for myself. Thy will not mine. Argh.
Love to all. Even you, lady.
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Oh, have mercy. And I long for public transportation? Well, at $3 per gallon and an 80mi RT commute. Yeah. But public trans without the free entertainment would be better.
I love you that love her, even when you’re understandably annoyed.
See, THAT’S what we should all be striving for. You inspire me.
The pastor who performed Mr. Chili’s and my wedding service had a favorite thing to say at the end of any ceremony or sermon: “Help us to love those we find it difficult to love,” or something to that effect. I try to live that, but sometimes (most of the time?) I fall well short.
Did she keep reading this too? did it make an impression???
See. It’s good to pray for the annoyer, because if you pray for strength you’ll just beat them to death.
Hang in there, dude.
If you had started muttering and perhaps drooling, I think you’d find that the problem had resolved itself.
Where do big-arsed people go when seats are too small? They sit near men with compassionate eyes
When people get to close to me, I like to talk and giggle to myself. They usually move away.
If you turned your head, covered your mouth and made gag/barf sounds, I bet she would have moved.
It was nice of you to pray instead.
I think it was high time to let loose some major gas
you crack me up.