Miss Manners, You Have Failed Me

[lilmissnever]

There are some things in this world for which you will never be prepared. I don't know what to do if pigs fall from the sky. I have no idea how to react if I am kidnapped by aliens who demand that I defend the state of humankind lest they will blast us all into messy oblivion. If I am accosted by rabid spider monkeys who want me to edit their rough

Comments

[apoundofflesh]

{{:big huge comfort:}}

[tjcrowley]

I discovered a dead crackhead on my doorstop this morning, but it wasn't as bad as your day.

[lilmissnever]

It's true. Your crackhead could have risen from the dead and vomited on you.

[lilmissnever]

I thought about saying something to Vomiting Woman, but words truly did fail me in that moment. You're right to point out that she was not the sort of person who could have paid either my dry cleaning or hair dressing bill, even with the fabulous Emmie, who sometimes tames my squid for nearly nothing.

Again, I am pleased to think that this will never happen to me again, unlike the notorious Sewage Incident, which happened many times over.

they get easier they more they happen

[baconmonkey]

I am pleased to think that this will never happen to me again, unlike the notorious Sewage Incident, which happened many times over.

gimme a clownsuit, deathwish, bottle of wine and some time contraints...

Re: they get easier they more they happen

[kailangel]

*pokes monkey in the ribs*

I supposed this story is not allowed to be considered as one of my "reasons that I don't live in the Bay Area" is it?

Because, to me and my luck, this seems a very valid point: I'm scared to move back to SF because people will vomit on your head without warning.

[icecreamemperor]

For me, the real question here is where would we be without livejournal? They should frame this entry, for surely nothing else more aptly embodies the raison-d'etre of this fine institution.

I would offer sympathy, but really I've never had anyone barf on my head.

[lilmissnever]

There's no point in even pretending that as I washed my hair out in the shower, scrubbing and scrubbing, I wasn't thinking about the fabulous livejournal entry I would write. I am now truly postmodern. I have experiences so that I can blog about them.

[pixelfish]

I shudder on your behalf. God, that's a terrifying story.

The next time I go through Civic Centre, I'm sure I'll be looking furtively over my shoulder for kamikazi barfers. Ick.