- That tricky Wii Fit! Sunday's weight was definitely a lie. Today and Monday have been returns to what I was pre-injury. Unless of course I ate 3 lbs of food at the Super Bowl party... which is entirely possible. Damn Cheetos!!
- Can't we as a society agree that if you are going to own a dog, you have to pick up its poop every single time (not most of the time, but every single time!!!). Just because your dog left behind a disgusting, disintegrating shit on the snow does not excuse you from picking it up. Especially if your dog likes to kick around in the area in which he just pooped, thus spreading the poop into a barrier that blocks anyone from walking on that part of the sidewalk. As a side note, a woman walking her dog complained to me last week that she and her fellow dog walkers would like my landlord to do a better job of clearing the ice and snow because they often walk by our building and it is too slippery. I really wanted to yell at her: "if you and your fellow dog walkers would pick up your dog's shit maybe we wouldn't make it so treacherous for you to walk your stupid dog!" I didn't because she is actually one of the few that is more consistent in cleaning up after her dog.
- Finally, to the lady on the bus... Ma'am, I know you said you were from out of town and seemed confused about which bus to take, but that does not excuse you from knowing the largeness of your own ass. Let me give you a hint, when you try to sit in a seat between a pole and another passenger (me!) and the other passenger curls herself up as tiny as possible seeing what is headed her way in attempt to avoid the inevitable, but more importantly to protect her injured elbow so as to not have it squished by you, you end up sitting fully (FULLY!) on that poor passenger's right thigh and crushing her under your weight, you have a big butt and need to be more thoughtful in your seating choices as there were ample other seating options available. Oh and saying "excuse me!" in a tone of voice that indicates the event was the fault of the person squashed, not the squisher, that doesn't help matters.
- Adding a new rant between classes... To the lady who wore too much perfume in the elevator. I know it wasn't the lady who got out of the elevator who stunk it up because she was gagging when she got off. I didn't realize how bad it was until the doors shut. I literally had to cover my mouth and nose because the stench was so strong. Perfume lovers need to remember that the nose quickly stops smelling your own scent (this is a useful trick of the brain, it is still smelling it, but is ignoring it. Just the same as your brain is aware that you are wearing socks, but ignores the "wearing socks wearing socks wearing socks" message that is blaring every second) and so you DON'T put on more perfume to be sure that you smell it. This just makes life hell for anyone within a mile of you.
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You are not having a good morning. I hope it's gotten much better!
(Dude. Sitting on someone? really? Who is that clueless?)
Posted by Cordelia | February 3, 2009 11:51 AM
Posted on February 3, 2009 11:51