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There is a man I know who annoys me. A lot. My issue, not his, and I can’t say exactly why he bugs me except that in my few encounters with him I found him to be somewhat pushy. He probably reminds me of someone from my life who ticked me off. I am not a big fan of people who are overbearing. I saw him from a distance on Tuesday and my blood simmered. It’s stupid to have this reaction still after all these years but it’s practically part of my nature now. Wednesday, I was in a waiting room and before me, on a coffee table, lie a few dozen magazines. In fact, there were 52 of them. The reason I know that number specifically is I counted them after this happened: I looked them all over and saw one peeking out from beneath another so I grabbed it. Guess whose photo was large and smiling out at me from the glossy cover, pointing to a feature story about him to be found inside? Settle down blood, settle down. Maybe I need to take this as a sign. The Universe is probably telling me, as it has many times, “Grow up, ya big weenie!”
©2014 Jim Hagarty
