I don’t know if it was the heat or the humidity or holiday hangovers or what, but it seemed like I had a significant Asshole Encounter every single day last week. At home, at work, online, even in the parking lot of the supermarket, there was no let up from it. The jerk meter was up to 11 and I never knew where the next one might materialize.
It finally reached the point where I had to ask myself if *I* was the asshole. You know how sometimes you just don’t recognize your own unpleasantness until you just can’t escape the reality of it any more? I sat in my den last night, watching the torrents of the “This American Life” TV series I’d downloaded, and one of the episodes was about people behaving extremely badly at a hot dog stand in Chicago, and that’s when the moment struck me.
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