Me: My car is making a funny noise. Repairman: Then, turn the raido off. Me: Oh, you're one of those funny car repairmen. Rep: No, not really. Me: I was making a joke Rep: Wasn't very funny. Me: Give me my keys. I am going to get this fixed somehwere else, you Stupid, no-sense-of-humor-having, butt-crack-showing, dirty-too-small-blue jeans-wearing, front-teeth-missing, jazz-music-hating asshole. *Insipired by a comment I made on Bee's blog
When I was much younger, say around 11, I had a distinct idea of what adulthood would be like. I had a whole list of things I would be able to do as an adult that were forbidden me as a child. Ferinstance: Drink Coffee : At some point in my tender young life, it occurred to me that adults drink coffee all the time. I never realized my parents refusing to allow me this decadent luxury was the result of them not wanting me to get hyper and bounce off the walls all day long. My paternal units preferred quiet serenity. Once I was allowed to drink coffee, which happened sometime around high school graduation, I was hopelessly addicted and a slave ever since. OK. The coffee thing DID turn out as I expected. Become a Nurse : What better way to tie down a Doctor Meal Ticket? Marry a Doctor : If you marry a doctor, you will never have to worry about money. You will be taken care of. I didn't marry a doctor because very early in my attempt to become a nurse, I realized that I lack the compas...
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