nudges in the right direction
Yesterday I was waiting at the bus stop by my girlfriend's house, hungover as hell, with dumbbells hanging from my eyelids while I cursed the sun and life in general. When the bus finally showed up it was almost overflowing with people--standing room only. After surveying the scene a little and noticing everybody look away once we made eye contact, I simultaneously judged every person on the bus and felt a wave of relief wash over me as I realized it could always be worse. I could always be one of these chumps. Right about then an old lady with a Chicago Bulls shirt pointed out that my fly was down.