This afternoon, while waiting in line at the post office, I became a stupid moron. I have no excuse. I simply clammed up. Today, I was Part of the Problem.
I had five packages and was already feeling like an asshole due to the long time it was going to take me at the kiosk. But my packages were nothing compared to what was about to transpire. A little old lady behind me, wearing a neon pink jacket and a red visor over her frizzy, bottle-blond hair took a shining to me, as it were.
We exchanged pleasantries and I was lulled into a kind of small talk stupor. You know how that goes... automatic pilot. Heat, humidity, bargain shopping. She told me that she had moved to my small city from a large, urban center called Brampton. Oh yes, good. Do you like it here? Yes! "Brampton is unliveable anymore." she croaked.
"Oh I hear it's getting very overpopulated." I replied. And I wasn't lying - I had literally just heard that the day before. But that's not what she meant.
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