Trolls R Us

In a city of trolls, a shining knight in plain clothes stumbles through. A sliver of hope, a boost to faith in humanity. Because, you see, without trolls, there would be no knights. Without an 80 something year old wwII vet who was married 54 years and who just retired and, as a side note, doesn't complain over something as mundane as a "wait time," we would just drown in a sea of trolls. Of complainers. Of downers. Of rotten, tit sucking, scum of the universe who don't. appreciate. a single thing.

So people, look at yourselves. Don't be that person. We all succumb to it from time to time. Giving a pissed off glare to the check out lady who took 2 minutes too long ringing us up, or hanging up on a not-so-helpful customer service representative. It takes a willful strength-choice-to not be that person. So eat your damn can o' spinach and BE that stronger person. Be that someone that other people can take note of, not because you are an asshole, but because you, my friend, are NOT a troll.