Reminds me that today some jerk was throwing a fit talking some noise about me being rude or some shit. I was curled up on one of the incline benches reading this week's National Enquirer(there was some good shit on Ben and J-Lo that I hadn't heard about yet), and eating sliced oranges. I was all curled up in my favorite blanket, too, just minding my own business, and here comes dickhead out of nowhere talking about "Go home, pussy." Yeah, you can be I complained to management after I got done with my nap.