Today at the fill-up station I was cut in line. Twice. I was too exhausted to do anything about it but move to the back and start over. But I felt angry with the people inconveniencing me. This one's about smiling like I don't mind while secretly wanting to punch someone's lights out. Is that really a gracious way to live?
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Taking the high road
Wait patiently for my turn
Jerk cuts me in line
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