To the two big lesbian(?,) ear pierced, tattoo laden, "funky" dressed girls chatting explicitly and loudly and explicitly loudly, at the front counter of the general store about their burlesque experiences and how mediocre they were, and how a strip club would have faired way better…I don't care. Although I kind of do. I do because you showed me tonight that we are all human and we all want attention and we all crave to be part of a 'scene.'
To the cute but exhausted looking dude with your coat flailing open at 9:45 at night in January when it's -10, who looks exhausted, and who is walking around barefoot in dock shoes with a dog that looks like a rat who I almost kicked walking by it, you look really unimpressed that you had to walk your gf's weeny looking dog in the cold, this late. I feel for you.