The Original

Modern Day

The temperature outside is falling, so that means it's time to bundle up in our winter coats once again. This causes me great distress. Not because I have to freeze my butt off every day walking around the city, but rather because I have to see coat after coat with coattails screaming for freedom.
My feet are killing me. I'm on my feet all day, and my new shoes are not broken in. As I was gallivanting across campus today, I saw the three flights of stairs ahead of me that I had to tackle. I thought, no way, I'm taking the elevator. I always feel guilty taking an elevator when I don't really need it, but today I did. As I stepped on, someone in a wheelchair came in behind. I instantly felt like a lazy piece of crap. He then said, "How's it going?" Then in my typical nervous banter I told him my feet were killing me and I just had to take the elevator today. I was complaining about my feet hurting to someone in a WHEELCHAIR. He can't even use his feet and I'm complaining about overusing mine! I immediately felt like a total idiot. Note to self: Keep your mouth shut more often.


The rants and raves of life as I know it.