Okay, so I called in to see if I had to work and YEAH, no work tonight.
Instead, I kicked back with a beer and The Bodyguard. Man o man, I wants me one of them Kevin Costners. When things get rough, they just pick you up, cradle you to their chest and carry you away from it all. No to mention dance with you, have a beer at a dive bar and take a bullet for you. I digress....
I have so many things each day that I think about sharing, but I am just to pooped to do it now. Here is a little sampler.
The ladies at work answer their phones in the bathroom. Have I mentioned this yet? It baffles me. One lady says that it is the only place private where she can talk. Really? The only problem with that philosophy is this: Stacey has a compulsion. Whenever someone is talking on a phone in the bathroom, I MUST flush the toilet at least twice, while they are talking. This ensures that the sound of a public restroom will not be drowned out by the other person talking. Seriously, how embarrassing. I have done it, I admit, but all the while I was praying no one flushed the toilet so I could slip out unnoticed to the other person. It's like I said to E the other day when another car cut her off "Honk! If you don't honk at them, they will never realize that they are stupid. Someone has to tell them."
If it just take someone to flush a toilet so people will realize the inappropriateness of this, I WILL BE THAT PERSON.
2 comments:
I watched 17 Again last night on our On Demand whilst sipping (okay, gulping) an adult beverage. Good movie, not great. A nice Friday night watch.
I'm with you on the bathroom thing. I'm annoyed by people who feel completely comfortable having a loud, private conversation in public places. ESPECIALLY public restrooms. I like your flush philosophy and may have to borrow it! :0)
BTW - I like it that you are writing again! I'm glad your sis nagged you into it.
I agree OM. Not only to people (I'm sad to say usually women.) continue talking about personal things on elevators, clerking, dr. receptionists, etc. I don't want to hear- she's such a bitch, or I can't believe she got so drunk, etc. I want to hear, hi, I like your dress, that was a great sandwich or nothing. I've often hear such comments in loud voices. At least they could try to whisper or something. It's a pet peeve of mine. Enough......... goin' to Ribfest!!!! That I'll talk about in public.
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