At The Met

I stood in line to buy non-perishable junk food and water at Met Foods on Driggs.  The wait in line was about 40 minutes. I felt like an imbecile among imbeciles.  Some lady who looked like a purple-dyed pigeon cut in the front of the line and everyone just stood there until I blurted out a deragatory non-seqitor, “Hey, Miss Tea Party here doesn’t want to wait in the line that everyone else has to wait in. Go ahead princess buy your cheetos.”  Happy fucking Irene holiday, people.


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