So I have a sticker that says “poverty sucks” on my ibook. Some knuckle-head walks up to me in the cafe and tells me that “poverty is a choice.”
I was so freaking pissed-off I absolutely said nothing in fear that I would drop words that us pastor types aren’t suppose to say. Of course I had a smokin hot americano sitting next to me. I was thinking about taking the lid off and throwing it on the dude. Of course I did not want to waste it on that idiot since I needed the triple shot that existed within that 12 ounce cup.
Man, I’m soooo mad. I think I’m going to chat with that dude. Pray for me. I’m ready to brawl!