Tonight, when your dear parade is blocking traffic, and you are out in the world acting like everybody's off for the day, try to remember the people who have to work so you can act blithely like the world suspended its daily turning just for you and your three day weekend.
Those people have to work. Chances don't always work out. There but for the grace of God go you, Mr and Mrs and Ms Portland, and if things had worked out just so it would've been you going to work every holiday weekend.
Think about that the next time you abuse some mini-wage slave who didn't just jump fast enough for you.
Maybe you don't get good service because you really don't deserve it.
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