All the world’s a stage, but obviously the play is unrehearsed and everybody is ad-libbing his lines. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to tell if we’re living in a tragedy or a farce.
Yeah but if she's been scratching that infected armpit, then unconsciously scratching the underleg area ... Then me being a bartender, I have a responsibility to cut her off when things get out of hand or turn obnoxious, then what? Where's our bouncer? Do we have a medic hut so she doesn't disturb the Alpha Hotel residents? OMG, this is the first time I thought about an Island detention center.
Crap. I just ruined society.