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This week has not been without its frustrations. Each day has been somewhat like a KFC variety bucket of "regular," "pleasant" and "extra shitty." I have to put some of the blame on myself, or my hormones more specifically, for being less capable of dealing with the bumfuckery around me. But I swear there's an excess of it, pressing in from all sides: in the office, on the internet, on the streets.

Today ended with a particularly spectacular assplosion and I stormed out onto the street, wanting more than anything to possess the power of teleportation so I could just be home, away from everyone, immediately. I shuffled tearfully down the street, ranting to my sweet, supernaturally patient fiance on the phone until I finally managed to hail a cab.

I climbed into the cab and just before I shut the door I remembered: I had no cash on me. And I was in a minivan cab with no credit card capability (which I have never used anyway and have a strange Unfrozen Caveman City Dweller fear of). I apologized to my driver, Redd Foxx, stammering out that I was sorry, I just realized I had no money. He chuckled at me, all Redd Foxxily, and then he says, "Well where you going, miss? I'll take you there for free."

I laughed, gathering my stuff, one foot out of the cab, my mind processing that 1) he was, in fact, serious and 2) I could not accept his offer. Once out of the cab I smiled at him again and thanked him for the offer but "I couldn't, it wouldn't be fair to you." As I slid the door closed he laughed louder and said, "That's OK, baby, you're too old anyway, right?"

I don't even know what that means, but props to Redd Foxx for some much needed hilarity at the end of a shitty day.

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