From what I’ve been told, I’m not the most approachable person at the best of times.
And today I am cranky as fuck.
I can feel the utter distain radiating from my face.
And that wouldn’t normally be a problem. Usually the only recipient of my glare is my laptop or my TV.
But right now, I am sitting in the waiting room of the rec center where my daughter is having ballet lessons surrounded by Ballet Moms.