I seriously, with all my heart and soul, wish UPS would go out of business.

We got our new air conditioner delivered today, which pandalady49 and my dad were generous enough to buy for us. And know what? IT'S ALREADY BROKEN. My super came up to help get it into the window sleeve and when I turned it on it made this sickly, grinding, crunching noise. I called ( Read more... )

I am so freaking sick of UPS. They just suck here in New York, and I don't know what it is. Lazy drivers? Incompetent dispatchers? I think it's both ( Read more... )

Dear EVERY SINGLE HETEROSEXUAL MALE OVER THE AGE OF TEN IN NEW YORK ( Read more... )

Dear Assholes making crap plays in New York ( Read more... )

Dear Asshole Who Touched My Back Yesterday On the Elevator At Work ( Read more... )

Dear Asshole at Modell's This Afternoon:

I know you saw me waiting for the one available fitting room - I know because you and I looked right at each other several times while I was waiting. Waiting for YOU to finish trying on a billion different workout pants and then walk out of the fitting room to stare at yourself in the full-length mirror for ( Read more... )

Dear Makers and Marketers of The "Saw" Movies:

Your movies scare me. I haven't even seen any, but they scare me. When the commercials come on tv, I literally hide under a blanket and put my fingers in my ears and go "La la la la la la" until Carlos taps me on the head or tugs at the blanket so I know they are over. Your trailers give me nightmares ( Read more... )

Dear Asshole Who Wrote A Nasty Letter To My FSIL at Time Out New York:

While I understand that police brutality is a horrific, scary thing that we should all be made more aware of, I fail to see what that has to do with plitter's article from two issues back. The way I see it, Amy did a public service for those of us who daily have to cope with shady, ( Read more... )

Today that guy at 86th Street tapped me on the arm with a free newspaper again when I wouldn't take it from him. This time I looked right at him and said, "Don't hit me like that."

He apologized.

Dear guy handing out the free Metro or AM New York or whatever at the 86th Street downtown subway station:

If I don't want your paper, then I don't want your paper. 8:15am when I'm on my way to work and have not had coffee or breakfast yet is not the time to get playful and gently tap me on the arm with your paper. Don't do that. Don't touch me. ( Read more... )