Realizing one is a bad person

You know you will never be sainted when something gets underfoot in line in a coffeeshop, you initially think it’s a dog, feeling a mild state of outrage at it’s counterrule and germey presence, then, upon seeing that it’s a small child, seriously wondering why the latter is permitted and the former isn’t, given that the two are basically the same thing from the perspective of the creature-free customer. (I once almost lost a friend by saying “children are just like dogs, except you can’t kick them.”. I maintain that this is true to this day. I do not like either. One wonders how anything so vulnerable could have evolved to be so annoying, until one remembers that evolution took the shorter route of making it s.t. most do not find them so annoying.)


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