Persons
They're the people who wait inside.
My jacket zipper is broken. The wind is biting. I have Zero blaring into my ears.
Do they not even realize that they're just taking advantage of me?
Here I am, waiting outside for the bus, freezing my ass off while they rest inside the store. Watching for the moment that I step towards the road and stop the bus.
I start wondering if I should fuck with them.
I could trick them into coming outside by walking to the edge of the road; and start counting my fare. Or I could just let the bus go by, hail a cab, give them the finger and get a ride home. That would cost money though.
I don't like these people.
I judge.
I judge, but I won't hold those judgments against anyone.
I don't like these people.
All I ever really wanted from them was a thank you.
My jacket zipper is broken. The wind is biting. I have Zero blaring into my ears.
Do they not even realize that they're just taking advantage of me?
Here I am, waiting outside for the bus, freezing my ass off while they rest inside the store. Watching for the moment that I step towards the road and stop the bus.
I start wondering if I should fuck with them.
I could trick them into coming outside by walking to the edge of the road; and start counting my fare. Or I could just let the bus go by, hail a cab, give them the finger and get a ride home. That would cost money though.
I don't like these people.
I judge.
I judge, but I won't hold those judgments against anyone.
I don't like these people.
All I ever really wanted from them was a thank you.