Just a mothball smelling Monday

I'm not a very patient person and I admit that but today on the T I had to have a little talk with myself and say: Self, this is silly. You're mad because there is a medical emergency on the train in front of you. Please note that someone is ill and needs help so stop being a bitch and and fuming over a medical emergency!

The train smelt like mothballs. I think this was attributing to my crankiness.

So hello Monday. Glad you could make my morning as lovely as that mothball smelling train.