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.