He: (reading caller ID) Hello, Gorgeous. How was the rest of your day?
Me: (on cell phone) Not good.
He: Are you on your way home now?
Me: I'm at the liquor store. You want anything?
He: (laughs heartily)
He: Where are you really?
He: Oh. You're serious.
I hate people who think they can wave their money around and make people jump.
I hate, even more, the people who jump.
And I hate, even more than them, the people who point to me and say, "She'll jump for you. Thanks for the cash."
And, even more than them, I detest the person who waved the money and then didn't bother to fulfill his obligation... and left me jumping.
I hope they all get a papercut while counting their money.
This portion edited after Roses sobered up.
It was mostly swear words anyway...
Malibu and pineapple juice, in case you wondered.
Thursday, October 01, 2009