It creates a rage in me that is truly inexplicable. I'd like to think a younger me would just ignore it and laugh on cue, but current me has considered quitting this great job over not being able to handle something so insanely trivial.
The dreadful imposition of another's sensibility; the silent rancor of the oppressed; the sensation, as you listen to this poor lady and her jokes, that your time, your life, your essence is being not just wasted but forced slowly backwards through your veins.
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