15. December 2004 · Comments Off on Notes From the Drive Home, The First · Categories: Ain't That America?

Yes, little Miss Target Sales Associate Gay Boy, I do know what “Limited Edition” means. And since we’re being bitchy, putting your hand on your hip and sticking it out to the side while popping your gum does not hide the fact that red makes you look fat. Snap THAT, BEEEE-OTCH! And no, it’s not because you’re a flaming Mary, it’s because you’re a bitch. I find flaming Marys entertaining in that, “What will they do next?” sort of way. Now begone, you have no power here.

Thanks to the folks at Walmart. The new DVDs are in the front right next to the entrance where I want them. And they have lots of lines open on military paydays too. Very convenient…if not for the drive…and that freaking parking lot.

To the little gal at the service window at McDonald’s. Thanks for smiling and being professional and polite even after that dickhead in front of me chewed you out so the entire world could hear how he ordered two Double Quarter Pounders w/Cheese not one…as if we couldn’t tell by looking at him.

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