After a few normal interactions with employees from a local Enterprise, I realized that some people were just--nice.
I traded in the first car becaues of a bad blind spot on the driver side. This was no fault of the people working there. Unless you were receiving death threats from anon hackers and had to drive a computer to the LA FBI, you probably wouldn't care.
Mark (real first name) was apologetic and sweet about it. So was JOhanna. They were so unlike the mind bending torment I go through on a daily basis that I have forgotten real people exist.
I'm overly sensitive. "Okay. Just. The. Car. Please. Don't. Look. Over. There. NO."
A strange lady came up while Johanna and I were talking by the first car.
I thought to myself. Oh. shit. Fucking paid. God-knows-what. OR government.
A lack of food, sunshine, watering and exercise will do that to a person.
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