In which Our Hero finds he is not above petty tit-for-tat behaviors, and in which a stranger passive-aggressively masturbates at him.
I’m having a recurring difficulty in my stress management techniques. To deal with that, I will come in early to work one or two days a week with the plan of stopping at a coffee shop and sitting for a peaceful cuppa, then, having eased pleasantly into the day, stroll into work with a bright outlook, brow unfurrowed. Frequently I will select a coffee shop across the river, for ambiance, pastry, or really soft comfy chairs with ottomans.
And so it was today, in all those aspects. I entered, half an hour to the good, ordered pain au chocolate and coffee, and proceeded to cleanse my soul in baked goods and vivifying beverage. Having eased as described above, I began work at the strolling part of the regimen. Through some mischance of physics or particular virtue in the croissant,