The smoke billowed out the car window as I exhaled into the summer air. My hand absently and automatically reaches to change the channel on the radio. It’s hot and traffic seems to be coming to a halt in the distance. “Damn it.” I mutter to the vacant seats in the car. Work was long, and the amount of people calling about insurance and securities online courses who can’t use a computer is painstaking. Numbers are not case sensitive and I can’t believe I had to explain that to someone over the phone. I’m frustrated and I’m anxious. Anxious to get to class before others to carefully select the seat that I will intentionally hoard as mine, glaring at anyone who dares to sit there through the semester. A creature of habit, my ability to thrive and focus is dependent upon selecting the right seat. I begin to rehearse again, the inevitable introduction that must be made, as it is in every class or new work environment. I feel like a member of Alcoholics Anonymous each time I introduce ...
Fat Babe writes all the lyrics in her heart.