September 25, 2013
He barged in here, thundering a weight of arrogance. Slicked back hair and sunglasses pulled back with that funny little cord hanging off the legs. As is usual for these men, they don't acknowledge my existance. I'm beneath the pay grade of recognition. Doesn't bother me, I don't want to pretend to be courteous either. I have noticed though, at times it is a pretense of ego, because deep down they're trying not to break the character, the one where they belong in the big boys' club. Insecurities that their fat wallets and top of the line cars cover up.