The two young women at the table next to me have been having a loud conversation that is filled with words that begin with macro or micro, and end with ology. They have been having this conversation for 90 minutes. It is periodically punctuated by “I should really go” and similar phrases. It would be rude to agree with them, but I have to get this damn song parody written, so I can’t simply stick the headphones on and listen to Pentatonix songs.

If either of them uses the word “Validates” again, I can’t be responsible for what I may do.