September 16, 2006
So it's all kinds of incorrect of me, but I was deeply annoyed by all the old and/or messed up people getting on the bus today. It seemed there was an endless supply at every stop. I was on my way to see the doctor and stressed by getting ready for a long and emotional trip, so my small store of patience was used up quickly. Call me ageist, sizeist, whatever — like Ferris Bueller, isms in my opinion are not good. And as my father used to say, I never said I was nice. No fear of contradiction here.