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i don't know if my male [albeit girly-looking] co-worker can relate,
but strangers treat coat-check like a confessional booth.

After being force-fed several amazingly slow psychic train wrecks by customers, i've arrived to the theory [not concluded yet!]
that some people just create drama to try to feel at home
kinda like how i always had to be either drunk or high to choke the anxiety enough to go out dancing with friends.

what is more dramatic than imprisoning a poor hot young black-collar worker by ladled-on labile emotions straight out of some abnormal psych textbook?
Apparently it's the in thing to do
where it's at
cause every weekend, there's at least one stranger who will trod on over and pour their emotional detritus all over me when i've not the least bit of interest in hearing about it [can't you see i'm fucking reading?], and worse, can't escape them for i'm confined in a tiny little box with a bunch of coats and money.

Today, at the Walgreens on 23rd
there was a woman doing that to the one and only cashier lady
i was the only other person in line, and the rambling lady hadn't noticed i was there and was taking things out of her basket very
s
l
o
w
l
y
but talkingreallyfastaboutseveralthingsatonce
her lunatic confidences and suspicions spooked me
she was going on about how she thought maybe her husband was a satanist, and her daughter a whore on capp street
and then i turned into a bitch and yelled at the cashier lady about how i didn't have all day to wait in line
and she happily smiling started helping the crazy lady take stuff out of her basket faster to better assist her saviour:
me.
why are people so imposing of themselves?
why do they think people wish to marred down by their personal problems?
that's what friends and shrinks are for, not poor service industry people.

on that note,
[what note this post is about nothing]
i'm working coat-check at meat [ministry after-partie] tomorrow and poproxx on saturday
come say hi and if you bring me candy i'll promise not to write about your rants and lunacies
no, really, bring me some candy.
p.s. i like blueberry jellybeans.