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Day 6. A letter to a stranger

Hi... unfortunately living in a third world country means that i sometimes have all day power shortages apparently. I had no idea.
In other news.

Hi there stranger,

I slipped this note in your back pack this afternoon after I saw you start an argument with a combi driver on a rainy day. Here's the thing. We're all having a pretty shit day. Its raining furiously. My shoes are soaked. And for God's sake I left my house for a cafe cause there was no power and the cafe didnt have power? So I genuinely don't know why no one has taught you that some arguments aren't a thing. That the scorn in your voice is a bitter acid that pisses us the fuck off but only burns you. Does it make you feel better? Does it make you feel manlier to remind the combi driver that your job is better than his so he needs to hurry the fuck up. Shut Up. You're beneath him for simply being so fucken rude. what are you a twelve year old spoilt kid?
Here sir a three rules to having a good day...

1) Smile and Be polite.
some people return it and some people don't and I've found it cushions the ugly things that people say when you've been nice.
 2) Shut up
keep quiet. say nothing. buy some headphones. take a nap. engage no one beyond hello and nice things. because truth told no one is trying to hear it.
3) we're all going to buy you a car. Because you're a shit person to sit next to.

sincerely,

the girl sitting behind you.

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