Monday, February 4, 2019
An uneventful day, as Mondays often are. I head directly to work, wearing my blue MAGA hat. From the Staten Island ferry I decide to alter my routine and hike over to Pier 11 to catch the small NYC Ferry to Red Hook. On the small ferry, I notice an SJW-ish young woman glaring at me. I return her stare just long enough to acknowledge her stare and to let her know that I know exactly what she’s thinking. And then I totally ignore her.
On the trip home at the end of the day, I don’t give a s**t what anyone is thinking about my hat. I sip a beer in the ferry terminal while waiting for the ferry to arrive, thinking how nice it is that the Overlords have granted us the freedom to consume beer and wine in the terminal and on the ferry.
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