happyboy

Gah! I'm trully bored out of my mind right now. What creative juices I have flowing will only allow me this simple and mundane rant:

Why the hell, when you order something at the coffee shop or deli, whatever, do some counterpersons have the compunction to say "oh, you're getting blah-blah, good choice" or "It's really good, you're going to really enjoy it" ? It's like, "no shit, that's why I ordered it ya stool and I don't need your bleedin approval either! I'm a grown man and I know what I like thank you very much " I mean really, what else would they say? "Nah, don't get that, it's way too sweet," "Okay, suit yourself but is has a large salt content and you're going to blow up like a balloon" or "Oh my, no dear, that tastes like crap, try again."

See, simple and mundane, not to mention a bit silly but, what's done is done and my load feels a good feather lighter now anyway.

Oh, wait! Did I tell you about the time I woke up and scratched my ruck sack and the rest of the day my hand smelled like barbeque potato chips? Well, have a seat then! It was a rather warm Summer morning and I discovered I had slept all night with my pajama bottoms on backward and as a result they were rather snug in a certain place if ya know what I mean. Anyhoo...