I’m nice … sometimes.
Evidence:
- I pack my boyfriend’s suitcase for his business trips.
- I compliment my coworkers on their outfits.
- I have an urge to give people rides all the time. It’s like this, whenever I see people walking down the street, struggling with a limp or lots of bags, probably going to Marta like I used to, I really want to pull over and give ‘em a lift. Not how wise of an idea this is though so I’ve yet to do it. But I want to.
That’s all I got.
