My ever-expanding definition of "douchebag...."
Where should I keep all the, "If I'm ever in this situation again[s]"? In a notebook? On Post-It notes? Tatoos?
I was stuck between two of my selves on Saturday: The Misanthrope and The Customer Server. We were setting up a group formal when a smug man handed me his [cue: disdain] point-and-shoot Sony. With the weight of my own camera and its three-pound lens, I thought about doing some damage to his lower regions. I stood, brows-knit, mouth-gaped, and stared at him for several seconds until I grunted, "yeah." He made sure to tell me not to charge him. I made sure to pass off his camera to someone else, lest I absent-mindedly toss it off the balcony or into the lovely fireplace.
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