Hateful Thing #9

Sunday afternoon: deliciously hungover, one is the middle of telling a story about “last night” when someone butts in and asks to join one’s brunch table. Upon receiving the reluctant “Oh, sure” (for it would be awkward to say “no”), he begins to brag about his own debauched night. Such a person is hateful, and so, indeed, is anyone, child or adult, who tries to push himself forward.