Ironically, when I am under the most stress, that is when I feel the most charitable toward fellow humans. I’m a kinder, gentler Beth (or “Betty,” as I am called by Dominic’s classmate’s mom).
Evidence:
- I did not mentally resolve to fail the student who asked me (via Twitter) if we were having class today, despite the fact that I told him in person and via the syllabus that there was no class today.
- I did not launch a well-placed kick at the nut sack of the idiot whose meandering while chatting on his cell phone nearly made us miss the train from the airport.
- I did not body-slam the intellectual giant who thought it was a good idea to drag her suitcase — in which one could hide at least two corpulent corpses — onto said train, banging into everyone in sight and running over countless toes.
See?! I am calm. I. Am. Calm.
For those who wish to know, I am in Washington, D.C., attending the Association of Writers and Writing Programs annual conference.
Observe and report 
So proud of your reserve. I am sure the gentlemen’s “nut sack” would thank you.
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