So I’m in a nearly-empty restaurent, reading alone in a corner by the window, and for whatever goddamned reason I can’t understand, a group of FIVE, including a squealing baby, decide it’s prudent to sit *right next to me*, instead of any one of the other, accomodating, very-available tables across the room.
You know why the term “retardation” is no longer medically-recognized, besides its vague generality? Because it also applies perfectly to people with no medically-recognizable abnormalities, like them. I’ve decided I’m going to leave my phone out, with my very NSFW tumblr dashboard visible.
