Enlightened Time

So I’m just hanging out, the usual, y’know—Being, when I hear the crunch of footsteps.

Next thing I know there’s this guy getting in my face. I quickly deduce that he’d rushed out of the house without his usual morning coffee.

I have to get to work, get the hell outta of my way. Why the hell do I need to deal with this existential bullshit this morning?