Jeg tror jeg leker.
One simple thing like that is enough to put me in a sour mood.
The thought!
Oh well, means more physical exertion for him. He'll just have to lug that package back up my front steps on Monday, ring the doorbell, looking for someone over 21 to sign for it.
What a waste, I tell you!
...
I open the door for the FedEx delivery agent. Before he even rings the doorbell. I am, after all, expecting a package.
But no, I can't sign for it. Never mind the fact that my IQ probably outweighs his by no less than 50 points. Never mind this. Never mind that.
So he takes the f****** thing back under his arm, back to the stupid truck and I shut my front door, empty handed.
What a waste. Waste of f****** energy. There's nothing I can't stand more than wasted effort and energy. Oh well, f*** FedEx.
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Never mind that I would have been signing for a gift which was PURCHASED specifically for me. It's a package containing something destined for me. And I was a foot away from it. But I couldn't touch it. Couldn't sign for it. Had to watch some stranger whisk it away back into his truck.
And perhaps I should clarify that this gift is extremely fragile. Let's just say it's something decorative...something made up partly of glass and crystal.
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You can't trust a 20-year-old with this kind of gift! After all, he or she will probably just throw it around the house-literally-if you leave it in his or her possession without the presence of a 21+ "adult." It'll become a plaything, a close relative of the soccer ball. It will be trashed and smashed and FedEx wouldn't want that kind of liability now, would they?
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F***tards.
The thought!
Oh well, means more physical exertion for him. He'll just have to lug that package back up my front steps on Monday, ring the doorbell, looking for someone over 21 to sign for it.
What a waste, I tell you!
...
I open the door for the FedEx delivery agent. Before he even rings the doorbell. I am, after all, expecting a package.
But no, I can't sign for it. Never mind the fact that my IQ probably outweighs his by no less than 50 points. Never mind this. Never mind that.
So he takes the f****** thing back under his arm, back to the stupid truck and I shut my front door, empty handed.
What a waste. Waste of f****** energy. There's nothing I can't stand more than wasted effort and energy. Oh well, f*** FedEx.
...
Never mind that I would have been signing for a gift which was PURCHASED specifically for me. It's a package containing something destined for me. And I was a foot away from it. But I couldn't touch it. Couldn't sign for it. Had to watch some stranger whisk it away back into his truck.
And perhaps I should clarify that this gift is extremely fragile. Let's just say it's something decorative...something made up partly of glass and crystal.
...
You can't trust a 20-year-old with this kind of gift! After all, he or she will probably just throw it around the house-literally-if you leave it in his or her possession without the presence of a 21+ "adult." It'll become a plaything, a close relative of the soccer ball. It will be trashed and smashed and FedEx wouldn't want that kind of liability now, would they?
...
F***tards.