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Okay. Well, it's been a few days since that silly Maine thing, so I thought I might as well post again. 'Cos I'm still alive, you know.
So, a few random bits and bobs and rants:
The other day at work, a woman came in wearing a nice Red Sox shirt. I like to compliment people on particularly cool Sox gear, as this often leads to conversation. So I told her, "Hey, I like your shirt."
Her answer? "I'm actually a Yankees fan."
Me: *stares, mystified* *starts helping next customer as the woman leaves* ". . . I'm confused."
Customer: "I think that was the point."
Me: "But - how can she do it? If I tried to wear a Yankees shirt, even as just a joke, I think it would spontaneously combust."
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Dear Older Male Customers,
The only man old enough to be my father who is allowed to call me "dear" or "darling" is my father. And he doesn't. From you, it's creepy at worst and patronizing at best. So shut it.
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Yesterday, Betsey came over and we wandered randomly around Windham for a while. We got back home for dinner, and my three year old brother, Colby, was in a mood. The kind of moods three year olds get when they are very tired, because they are too young to do anything but become cranky to the nth degree.
Mom asked me to help him wash his hands for dinner.
Being as he was quite obstinate and contrary, I had to pick him up, carry him to the bathroom, and forcibly clean his hands while he shrieked like I was trying to flay him.
Afterward, I asked Betsey, "Am I a sadist for having enjoyed that immensely?"
Because for some unknown reason, I did. I thought the whole thing was hilarious. Possibly because it nicely shored up the discussion I had been having with Betsey earlier over lunch about why some people don't want children.
I was, by the way, assured by both Betsey and Mom that I was indeed a sadist. Luckily, Mom's sense of humour was in play last night, so she didn't get mad. *whew*
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I no longer owe Harry flowers. I owe him an entire cherry tree.
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I will watch the copy of Rebel Without a Cause that I checked out of the library last Tuesday. No, really. I will.
So, a few random bits and bobs and rants:
The other day at work, a woman came in wearing a nice Red Sox shirt. I like to compliment people on particularly cool Sox gear, as this often leads to conversation. So I told her, "Hey, I like your shirt."
Her answer? "I'm actually a Yankees fan."
Me: *stares, mystified* *starts helping next customer as the woman leaves* ". . . I'm confused."
Customer: "I think that was the point."
Me: "But - how can she do it? If I tried to wear a Yankees shirt, even as just a joke, I think it would spontaneously combust."
****
Dear Older Male Customers,
The only man old enough to be my father who is allowed to call me "dear" or "darling" is my father. And he doesn't. From you, it's creepy at worst and patronizing at best. So shut it.
****
Yesterday, Betsey came over and we wandered randomly around Windham for a while. We got back home for dinner, and my three year old brother, Colby, was in a mood. The kind of moods three year olds get when they are very tired, because they are too young to do anything but become cranky to the nth degree.
Mom asked me to help him wash his hands for dinner.
Being as he was quite obstinate and contrary, I had to pick him up, carry him to the bathroom, and forcibly clean his hands while he shrieked like I was trying to flay him.
Afterward, I asked Betsey, "Am I a sadist for having enjoyed that immensely?"
Because for some unknown reason, I did. I thought the whole thing was hilarious. Possibly because it nicely shored up the discussion I had been having with Betsey earlier over lunch about why some people don't want children.
I was, by the way, assured by both Betsey and Mom that I was indeed a sadist. Luckily, Mom's sense of humour was in play last night, so she didn't get mad. *whew*
****
I no longer owe Harry flowers. I owe him an entire cherry tree.
****
I will watch the copy of Rebel Without a Cause that I checked out of the library last Tuesday. No, really. I will.
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Animated text on this one? *grin*
Heh, I wish I was able to think up captions for my icons like the ones yours have. *grin* All I did was make the icon. Yours was the idea.
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And I can never make the art to match my captions. Hey, we should join iconing forces! I'll caption things and you'll make them pretty! We would be unstoppable. It would be amazing. ;)
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ICONIFICATION!
Just say the word. *smiles*