Dude smelled like old chili and sweaty boots.

Long story short, I got in a little verbal altercation with some Afghani civilian worker who cut me off in the sandwich line at the dining facility today.. He went around the line to the front and cut me and an Army guy I work with... Once I figured out he spoke english I confronted him and told him pretty much: "look dude, I know yall have lines in your country too, you know how this works, so don't ever f--king do that again.." The dude smelled like old chili and sweaty boots. We almost got in a verbal fight after he scoffed said something like "what are you talking about, you weren't there" (I was clearly standing right next to him, he even looked right at us as he did it). From there it was just a blind fury of sandwich hunger induced anger.. Next time I am throwing his sandwich on the ground, he will understand that I imagine.

It was almost as bad as the time the strange Croation soldier guy kept 'fixing' the grill by turning it off everytime we would try to turn it on..

Him- "no, no, I turn on miiix powerz, you turn grill ouff"
Me: "what are you talking about? the grill is clearly not on now.."

That back and forth banter went on for a good ten minutes. My sandwich was no where near satisfactory, by any means, not in taste nor in texture, I blame Croatia on that one. Yes, the whole country.

THIS IS AMERICA! THIS SANDWICH DISRESPECT WILL NOT STAND!

Grin and bear it

Try to smile, just grin and bear it. Don’t let this be what makes you solemn.

Maybe the world is weighing down on you, maybe your brow is furrowed from the bills and lack of money in your pocket, maybe your friend has become an acquaintance, or maybe your boss is blowhard with his sights set on you. Maybe you are just troubled by keeping up with the Joneses and their two car garage, 2.5 nuclear tv-trained kids, and above ground pool. Maybe an inferno love has cooled to room temperature. Who knows what’s on your mind, but I am here to tell you don’t let those little things that are keeping you down be the same things that drown you in a pool of pity.

You may be a lot like me, you may swallow it all it all until your at the point of snapping like a pice of taut wire. Don’t do this my friends, don’t be afraid to vent a little steam to the ones who care.

Maybe it’s a sign, maybe your life is about to take a change; who knows? Not I. Just grin and bear it my friends, don’t be so solemn.