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You can’t fix the entire world
How to stop letting every asshole ruin your day.
A dog attacked me in the park last week, and the owner wanted to flirt. His charm fizzled when I didn’t laugh it off, or try to trade phone numbers. Instead, I suggested he buy a leash for his boxer. And so he told me to go fuck myself. Not the best meet cute.
Okay, so I didn’t suggest. It came off more as a demand. Silly me, demanding things. Like compliance with local laws.
Tanned and marginally muscled bros think they own the world. They don’t like it when someone points out their shortcomings.
Don’t like being bossed around, either. Especially when they’re used to doing whatever they want.
From now on, maybe I should pack leashes and hand them out to be people when I go for hikes. Charity for bros on the go.
And I could do the same thing for people who play music on their iPhones at top volume. Imagine me, toting a bag full of leashes and earbuds for strangers without manners. I’d be providing a public service.
On top of that, I could print leaflets explaining common courtesies. Like not talking in movie theaters. Washing your hands in the bathroom. Using your turn signal. Not taking up two parking spaces with one car.
