Pardon me, but I'll feel better for doing this.
To the person who whacked my toes with the child cart bigger than my Suburban: I'm told I may lose the toenails off my big toes for some time. A foul pox upon your house.
To the person or persons who stole the bag out of my tote with the Alice in Wonderland DVD: Off with your heads! I hope you enjoy the Rod Miller CD you took in the same bag, please don't throw it out without listening to it.
(Remind me never to look away even for an instant.)
If you're in line in front of me at the Coke Corner, and;
We wait in that line for at least ten minutes, and;
When it becomes your turn in line, you don't know what you want, and;
You have an AP, which means you've probably been here before, and;
You order food for six different people, and;
When you get the food, you argue with the cashier over what you got because you didn't like how something worked, and;
All I wanted is a diet coke:
I promise to try not to smack you in the back of the head. At least, I will try.
Thank you for your time and support.