Mar 31, 2005 21:12
I'm almost glad to go back to work tomorrow, to put that thick, tinted barrier back between me and humanity.
The Thursday tally:
You shouldn't have your cellphone on in a movie theatre, unless you are waiting to hear from the doctor that the kidney has arrived and is ready for transplantation.
Holding hands with your twue wuv at the grocery store will make everyone else in proximity want to barf. The matching track jackets let us all know you're together. Spare us the physical contact.
After yelling at your kids in the bread aisle, the cereal aisle, the condiment aisle, the frozen food aisle, and the dairy aisle, what makes you think they'll behave at the checkout? Or at the cart corral? Or at the car? I am glad one of the little brats did his best put a dent in the family Buick. That dick of a dad deserves it. Wherever the wife is, I hope she's got some Turkish guy rubbing her feet, and big cucumber slices on her eyes. She deserves it.
My testicle withering stare? I've still got it.
And late night fish and fries are tasty. Even if you are watching fingers being amputated on CSI.
irritants,
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