Early car appointment today. First in, first out.
Made the mistake of going to Einstein and sitting by a lady by herself. That is till some dope joined her and they talked about voting.
I was trying to eat my jalapeno bagel and finish an article for the employee newsletter. But all their idiotic comments about immigrants and how terrible it was that Liz Cheney and all those generals turned on tRump turned my stomach.
They said Dick Cheney isn’t looking so good. Maybe he won’t make it to vote for Ka-Mahhh-la.
My face joined the conversation at that point.
I was just mad I hadn’t worn my Kamala shirt from LaGuardia Airport as planned.
Figured why instigate a fight? I am a Democrat, not a RethugliKKKan.
Which, did you ever notice that the so-called “silent majority” cannot fucking shut up?!
In any event, I was in my Eras Tour shirt that my cousin sent me.
Me and my ghosts they had a hell of a time, for those who celebrate.
These tools decided to ask me if I like Liz. I made heart hands. Because, Taylor.
The bitch said everyone has heart. Some hearts are just different from others.
Theirs are clearly disinformed.
I silently sent my completed article to HR and overheard the “man” declare that Kamala lowered gas prices so she can “get the poors’ votes.”
Fucking Boca bitches. Rich fucking whites with nothing to lose under fascism. Also that’s not how gas prices work!
I closed my laptop and stood up. He said oh you can’t take truth?
I said I can’t take post-truth.
He said aww did we drive you out?
I said I’ve hit my limit on listening to idiots. Open an economics textbook sometime. Maybe a civics one too.
He said something else as I exited. I said, “Idiots!” And stopped my car with the Kamala stickers next to their window for good measure.
I know the cunt voted already. I hope he drops dead on the way.
Idiots.