Wobble

This morning is just a day that makes you want to stay in bed. Cold, rainy, and I am so crabby that the sound of the lady nearby flipping through her newspaper makes me want to roll it up and swat her like a spider.

I simply want to be under my protective blankets listening to music, and away from people.

The guy sitting in front of me is talking so loudly on his cell phone I can hear him over my headphones. I could punch him hard in the back of the head and nobody would rat me out. He is being so rude, I would only get applause. It's tempting.