I tried to buy a can of tuna fish in the supermarket, and there was this person standing right in front of where I wanted o reach out to get the tuna fish, and I waited a while, to see if they'd move, and they didn't-they were looking at tuna fish too, but they were taking a real long time on it, reading the ingredients on each can like they were a book, a pretty boring book, if you ask me, but nobody has; so I waited a long while, and they didn't move, and I couldn't get to the tuna fish cans; and I thought about asking them to move, but then they seemed so stupid not to have sensed that I need to get by them that I had this awful fear that it would do no good, no good at all, to
...ask them, they'd probably say meeting like, We will move when we are goddamn ready, you nagging pitch,' and then what would I do?
And so then I started to cry out of frustration, quietly, so as not to disturb anyone, and still, even though I was softly sobbing, this stupid person didn't grasp that I needed to get by them to reach the goddamn tuna fish, people are so insensitive, I Just hate them, and so I reached over with my fist, and I brought it down real hard on his head and I screamed: WSDL you kindly move, gasohol!!! ' And the person fell to the ground, and looked totally startled, and some child rarefy started to cry, and I was still crying, and I couldn't imagin
making use of the tuna fish now anyway, and so I shouted at the child to stop crying-I mean, it was drawing too much attention to me- and I ran out of the supermarket, and I thought, I'll take a taxi to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, I need to be surrounded with culture right now, not tuna fish.
BIO Character Analysis: Women (Human) Objective Biography: Subjective Biography: I was born and raised in Buffalo, New York on January 14th, 1955. I graduated from Bennett High School in June, 1973. My mother died in a car accident when I was five years old, and my father died because of lung cancer when I was ten years old. Then I was sent to an orphanage. In the past few years, I have married two men who both betrayed me at the end. I am very conflicted why there are so many kinds of people to deal with. In my spare time, I would walking around the streets in New York and go to museums around the city. My favorite museum is the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Anyway, I feel great pity all the time.
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