
If only there was a way to kill off the guy who asked me for the time in front of a Starbucks in New York. He asks me for the time, I say '3 O'clock.' He yells at me saying I need to do better than that. So I say,'I dunno, a little after 3.' He grunts disapprovingly. I enter the Starbucks, the same one HE WAS EXITING, and there's a giant clock that says 3:04. Some people weren't lucky enough to have parents that jaywalked when they were little.
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