Firstly, good news everyone! It was light when I left today and twilight when I got home! Victory!
There’s a scene in Friends wherein, trying to explain his feelings for Janice, Joey describes wanting to rip off his arm and throw it at her. And this is exactly how I feel when a certain two girls get on my bus in the morning.
I have no idea what it is about these particular girls that grates. Maybe it’s the nuances of their accents or their particular pitch and tone. Either way, the hyperbole of their inane jabber sets my teeth right on edge, and leaves me with my jaw clamped in irritation until the bus is full enough for other chatter to drown them out.
I’m so not a morning person!