Post Pandemic Stress Syndrome

One would think life would be cheerier coming out of the Valley.

Nope!

Seems bitterness is winning the race against grace, bad behavior doing the hula.

When a man pushed in front of me  entering CVS, knocking off my Raybans, rather than say excuse me or I’m sorry, sneered and snapped, “Next time get outta the way.”

When I noticed his girlfriend preening from the window of a double-parked SUV with cleavage that would stop a bus, I decided this guy needed a good smack since she was every man’s dream, at least on a Friday night.

What was his problem, since then he got right in the face of the little girl cashier because his coupon had expired yelling, “This is what’s wrong with the fuckin’ country.”

Boy, if only that were true.

Another guy in line chirped, “So go live in another one so I can pay for my damned cough drops.”  

When rude guy swung around, his muscles twitching, who came flying in but Dolly Parton clearly knowing her man.

“Come on honey,” she said, a rose tattoo shimmying on the crest of her bosom, “we’re gonna be late, and ya know how my mamma hates that.”

She then dragged him out like a steer that jumped the fence at a rodeo.

Yes, think bad film on Netflix, but where do you think they come from?

Rick, the store’s manager, coming in at the tale end said to the cashier, “Next time just make him use the machine.”

It was then cough drops, still there said, “Yeah, better he kick the shit out of it than her,” like that was a solution.

What is the solution?

I don’t know, but my Raybans are on the couch with cold compresses and a scotch.

SB