There's a certain Berkeley type who doesn't know how to mind their own business. We ran into one of these at PETS Referral Center, where we took Jack when we were struggling and failing to save his life. As we sat on the floor with him -- with him unable to walk -- a woman came up to us and started talking to us.
"That's nice," I said. "We don't want to hear it."
She'd bothered us once or twice before, making empathetic noises as she walked by. Fuck her. All I wanted was to be alone with my baby.
So I flipped her off on the way out. It felt good.
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