Philly. I grew up here. Lived, learned, and loved everything about it. Except one thing. Half of the people here. Why is it that at least half of the people here are d-bags?
I get it. You’re huge. But does that mean you have to stand in the entire doorway when someone else is walking through? When you see the door open, and another human being about to stride through it, does common sense not tell you to move to the left or right? No. Your brain is so crowded with the thought of cheese fries that you’re too stupid to actually move, so you stand in the doorway until “EXCUSE ME” protrudes from the cords of an irritated person.
Don’t even think to look at me like I’m rude, when you’re taking up space that’s known to be a high traffic area.
Even better. Let’s talk about two dumb girls who think the middle of the street is a place for conversation. I’m sorry, you don’t see the 1500 pound vehicle coming your way? No? So you think I should just sit here as if you’re the human red light and wait patiently until your conversation about what color to paint your nails is over? No. I’m honking at you because you’re too stupid to move on your own. There’s this thing called a sidewalk. I heard you can have an entire conversation there. And you’re gonna look at me with angry eyes, like I’m the one in the way.
Please.
Like Ludacris once said…
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UC86yQAzaxg
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