Every where she looked people were just doing annoying things. They weren’t even things intended or designed to be annoying. But it didn’t matter, it was still irritating. The sound of her Lyft driver’s windshield wiper. Loud chewing from the fat man at Starbucks. Perfume drifting from the lady in the cat shirt. Even the innocuous questions her boyfriend was asking her about her upcoming interview. Everyone annoyed her.
Time for a solitary.
In the mind of Darcy 