There was an old woman in the line in front of me at the grocery store. She didn't do anything wrong, but something about her really pissed me off. I wish I would have known what. Something about the way she looked maybe, but when she turned and smiled at me, the facial expression I was wearing made her turn back to the checker and slowly walk off, glancing over her shoulder at me like I had hit her or something.
Confession posted on 10/04/2001