"No, I don't think all people are jerks," I thought to myself yesterday morning as the group I followed into my building let the door close more or less in my face.
OK, I may not have used the word jerks, but mom can consider my censorship an early birthday present.
"Not all," I continued, knowing I'd not taking that sitting down (like I have a choice). "My friends, for some."
"Fine," I thought, "but some are jerks."
"Whatever," I responded. "Even jerky ones just don' t think."
"Which is what makes them jerks," I thought.
By this time, I was at my desk.
On the way out that night, a woman with a box pushed the button to open the door and motioned me out first.
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