I just stopped at Timmies before work this morn­ing, with a large triple triple in my hand, and a caramel pecan cook­ie in the oth­er. I had to maneu­ver the cof­fee and cook­ie around because it was too hot to hold by its sides, and I did this as I was walk­ing out the door. Without think­ing, I let the door close behind me. As I step out­side, I hear a lady say, “Tanks for ‘old­ing the door” in a loud, grumpy, sar­cas­tic tone. I usu­al­ly hold the door open if I see some­one behind me, but I was still wak­ing up, I did­n’t see her, and my mind was else­where. Normally, I would feel ter­ri­ble for being so incon­sid­er­ate, but I real­ly did­n’t feel bad at all after she said what she said. I actu­al­ly wished that the door slammed in her face, spilling her cof­fee all over her proud­ly worn blue Magic School Bus shirt, stain­ing it for­ev­er, and that she would slump in the door-frame, sob­bing, because it was the final gift from the debil­i­tat­ed grand­daugh­ter she had just put in the ground. At least what I did was an acci­dent, one that I’m not prone to let hap­pen, but what she said I con­sid­er even more rude.

Trolley and I had this dis­cus­sion a lit­tle while ago. We both agree that it’s rude to keep a seat occu­pied with a bag on a busy bus, but it’s even more rude to walk up to a bagged seat, then com­plain loud­ly and rude­ly about the own­er. There are ways of polite­ly doing things that just make things go eas­i­er for every­one. Interesting, how the first per­son to take the step in being polite is the one in con­trol, but few peo­ple actu­al­ly take the risk because they assume an unapolo­getic per­son.

Anyway, I need some cof­fee in me.

So go the fuck away.