the young historian, on public transit rage in the tokyo subway, puts a new complexion on first world problems when she uttered this delightful curse upon the “asshole salarymen and obasans”: “may all your hangovers be fierce and all your nearby supermarkets always run out of items on sale you desire.”i am reminded of the time my korean boss said: “you must be a very nice person because even your curses are so mild” (i had, being very annoyed at the time, cursed him with all his journal subcriptions being unrenewable and never attaining the right tones in mandarin (which he was then learning))
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