Get ready for it....I've been back for only an hour from a week of vacation in Naples, FL and Chicago and I'm already starting to bitch and/or moan....it's trouble....
For some reason, I've started this rather odd habit of shouting "boooo!" at my distaste at various things. Yeah, I know I'm weird, I'm getting therapy....that is, if you consider gin "therapy". I think it started in the airport after they kept announcing delays...and I've just kept doing it [count your blessings that you haven't been with me]...I'm callin' boooo on everything....better watchit
-Hey, Madison... What. The. Fuck. I came from Naples where it was 85 degrees with a light breeze to -5 F temps. Really, Madison? Is that really how you wanna play it? A fuckin chilly boo on you.
-United Airlines: you made me sit on the tarmac in Chicago for
three hours for a twenty minute flight? Awesome. And your excuse at first was that your fuel tanks were unbalanced....and then 30 minutes later, the excuse was that the wrong one was topped off....then the excuse was that the truck that came was now of gas...Brilliant. Hey, when did you hire the three stooges? Boo on you, bitches.
-To the couple behind me on the plane: Y'know what? We're all stuck on the plane. Y'know what else? I, too, want to leave. But repeatedly hitting the stewardess call button to air your irrational grievances is super fucking annoying (are you seriously complaining about the smell of airplane fuel, AGAIN? Look, that's what we need to get the fuck off the ground, shut the fuck up). And the stewardess apologized a million times and is on the verge of tears, leave her the fuck alone. Boo on you big time. And double boo on the wife for airing waaay too much "dirty laundry" in public. I'm embarrased for both of you.
-To the woman in front of me at Starbucks: Look, I don't know why they don't call it small/medium/large either, alright? It's retarded and pretentious, I know. But use some common sense at which size is which without looking at all of the cups and noting each of the ounces; a small coffee is a small coffee, asshat. Boo on you.
-To my right eye: what is your problem? Why gotta be all histrionic and shit? Why can't you be like the left one? I know you're all dominant and whatever, but really, do you have to get all irritated all the time? Fuckin boo on you.
-To the Governor of Illinois: So, why did you raise the tolls? Oh yeah, for all that shitty construction. Yeah, way to go, it's been five years of bullshit traffic cuz you can't finish what you started. And right, you're out of money despite the toll increase, and you want to convert everything to iPASS so outsiders have a really hard time traveling in your state. Fuckin xenophobic nazis, boo on you.
-To the red hat old lady: Look, I'm sorry I almost hit you....but with your oxygen tank and walker, you seriously were fucking up the parking lot Feng Shui....I
had to squeeze by you and almost knock you over....where you may have broken a hip and died. No, really, sorry. Boo on me.
-To stupid presidents day: look, i just wanted to pick up a package from the Post Office...why the hell are you closed? Oh right, presidents day. I forgot to celebrate, later we'll be having Taft Taffies, Polk Pies, Truman Truffles, Pierce Pudding, Monroe Meringue, and Coolidge Cookies (we will no longer serve Clinton Custards...we read the ingredients list, that's gross dude). A bittersweet-day-off boo on you.
Boo on my computer skills cuz I still don't have a new page design.