It Wasn't About The Dish
Something trivial that grows until it is clearly about something else.
3 conversations
Complain about something too small to complain about. Push off from this if it helps: waiting rooms.
The chairs in that waiting room. Every single one of them angled slightly toward the TV like you're supposed to want to watch a muted daytime show about kitchen renovations. Nobody's watching it. Everyone's on their…
Complain about something too small to complain about. Push off from this if it helps: the sound of a distant lawnmower.
The lawnmower. It's like three gardens over and I can still hear it and it's been going for — I don't know, forty minutes? Who has that much lawn. Genuinely who needs forty minutes of mowing, that's not a garden that's…
Complain about something too small to complain about. Push off from this if it helps: a jar of buttons.
I can't believe you left the jar on the counter. I spent twenty minutes sorting those buttons by size, and now they're just a mess. You always just knock the lid off, mixing the plastic ones with the wood ones. It's…
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