fire up, buttercup
I just got back from Boston City Hall to get my moving parking permit. The lady at the "switchboard" was so mean, it made me feel relieved I won't have to be dealing with so many of these "friendly" faces oh-so-soon.
Of course this was after a morning of crying about leaving my friends. Sandwiched between another unfriendly service rep at the flooring installer's office.
Two people today told me that I looked ready to have the baby any moment.
And in all fairness and gratefulness, I did have some men hook me up with some free stuff. So I guess the lesson is, sure, endure some harsh comments now and again and ever so quietly, you'll find a kind soul among them all.
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