It starts out with little things. A car backs out right in front of you. Another car attempts to take up the space you are currently occupying forcing you to break hard or crash. Yet another car turns left in front of you and you are already in the intersection.
Lights are on. I dunno. Just one of those days I suppose.
Your co-worker doesn't say hi or speak to you at all. For the ENTIRE day.
Well, okay Miss Grouchy Pants. It's a Monday, but still no excuse.
On the way back from the little cowgirl's room two people are taking up the whole hall and walking towards you. The one that is about to crash into you is intent in the conversation forcing you to walk backwards or be mowed down. When she realizes that there is an impediment to her current route she doesn't say "Sorry" or "Oops" or "WTF" or anything. Her eyes glide over you and she keeps walking.
"Hello? Can you see me now?" I want to raise my middle finger but refrain. ;)
You go into the market to get dinner the bag boy flings his arm out as if to signal a left hand turn and had you not backed up he would have knocked you to the floor. Dude barely misses you and yet again, not an oops or sorry or any acknowledgement that you are there.
It' started to seem as if I had a little Sixth Sense action going on.
At the store I look up and see Stavo - He saw me. I do exist, I do, I do, I do.
Strange freaking day.