Sloth-like?

It is a beautiful day in the town square this morning.  Bright and sunny with a cool breeze out of the east.  I really enjoy writing my posts from the shaded patio of the local coffee shop on days like this.  The chain shop I previously frequented only had two tables sitting outside in the bright sun.

I am becoming more attentive to my frequent feelings of indignation.  These self-righteous thoughts often occur while driving, in response to perceived injustices committed by fellow drivers.  In some cases the offense affects me directly (someone cuts me off) but in other cases, I was not slighted in anyway but still harbor middle-finger feelings towards the driver.  As a case in point, the gentlemen sitting at the table next to mine is feeding the annoying little starlings that harass the patrons here.  These opportunistic flying rats will brazenly take food directly off your plate. Anyone familiar with Pavlovian logic knows not to feed the fucking birds.  Or, the woman that was ensconced between displays at Walmart,  an inventory scanner dangling from her wrist, watching another older woman on her hands and knees hurriedly scanning products.  I know for a fact that she remained in that sloth-like position for over twenty minutes while her co-worker slaved away.  Why should I care?  They say "let go, let God..."  I need to work on that.  Wait!  Who is pulling in that handicap spot?  She does not look paralyzed to me.  Damn.....  She can walk just fine!  Bitch!