Then there's this asshole: paused at the crosswalk right in front of the narrow pathway through the snow pile, scrolling through her phone as the foot traffic stacks up behind her until finally, with a tsk of disapproval, somebody tromps over the ice to go around her, leading the rest of us to do the same.
She looks up from her phone guiltily when she realizes what's going on, but it's already too late, and everybody on the street has decided she's the worst human being they know.
One year ago: Snow Globe Sunday
Two years ago: So, Like, Sushi?
Three years ago: Compression
Four years ago: The Play IS The Thing
Ten years ago: Open Heart Surgery
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