It's the middle of September and the weather is beautiful. Fresh out of class, I walked out the east doors of the Truax campus into the blazing sun and noticed the crowd by the bus stop across the street. The bus will be here in a few minutes. Seeing a friend over in the smoker's station, I paused and walked over to the basketball court.
Jerks. A-holes. D-bags. You know the brand. You see their signature wherever you go: the shopping carts strewn about the parking lot blocking your stall, the angry honks at intersections, the empty paper coffee cup right beside the garbage can, the customer service worker who looks like she has just soiled herself.They all say the same thing: D-bag was here. And while few of us can deny that we have our stresses and our bad days and the occasional bipolar mood (is that last one just me?), we do not, as a rule, take our issues out on others or simply exist in our