I wish I could get a new location, location, location
This planet sucks. Everywhere I turn there are more people with more problems.
“My lattee’s cold!”
“I dropped my cupcake!”
“My mother just died!”
Kee-rist.
Maybe, just maybe, there’s a planet out there where people mind their own business, keep their traps shut, and just silently seethe into their cup of coffee; which some waitress named Cathy is nice enough to keep topping off. Yessir, a Dunkin’ Donuts counter on a planetary scale.
“Top it off?”
“Thanks, sugar.”
