This Martha’s Vineyard business is a fancy place, and it is doing its best to impress me. They grew short trees to make me feel taller, invited a sexy, bitchy ocean, and the birds keep doing cool tricks in the wind right next to my face to entertain me. I like everyone I’ve met so far, starting with the woman at the hardware store with a thick Caribbean accent and a barely-visible smirk who asked about my green hair and the RAM chip dangling from it; continuing with our generous, friendly instructors; and culminating in my well-mannered, tidy, pleasant-smelling, attractive roommates with fun t-shirts and acceptable hours of operation.
The fact that I find no one offensive probably means I’m the one who’s pissing everyone off. (:< Maybe with my long, run-on sentences!