First World Problems

Me and Maria were in the car driving to the Corinthian…we had just gotten starbucks. She bought me a tea and I was holding it with my left hand, and my phone was in my right. I started to complain about how I couldn’t text my parents because I “only have one arm.” 

BAHAHAHA FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS. 

I know how obnoxious this must sound, but that’s what makes it funny. We don’t realize how much we actually have.