I'm at the airport speed walking to the gate. Speed walking. And I pass some hipsters who start making fun of me. They don't laugh because it's lame to laugh. The one with the huge beard says something goofy. And then the one with the huge glasses scoffs. Then there's one with some weird fedora who rolls his eyes and me while the one in the American flag shirt slows down so I can't get by. Does he love America? Or is he mocking it? Does he even know anymore? Why is he barefoot? The one in the stupid plaid smells bad. I hate hipsters, unless they're the Olsen twins or Jared Leto. And the worst part is that I'm not even sure if they were making fun of me because they're humor is so darn dry-- and I know about dry humor. I have all this hipster anger boiling up inside me. Some day I'm going to have a melt down and freak out at them. I don't know why though, I mean why are we threatened by a group of people who look and act like they came out of that movie Benny and Joon?