I have only myself to blame. I am so anxious to cover up the time on the cardio machine with my magazine or my towel, I forget to make sure the time is actually going. Nothing sucks more than busting your ass for what seems like 30 minutes only to look at the time and find out your stupid ass machine didn't register when you hit the start button and it actually hasn't even been calculating how long you've been on. The double zero staring back at me always makes me really pissed off. Because then I have to actually push the damned button and start again.
Okay, maybe there are some things that suck more. But it's still pretty shitty.
Monday, December 27, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
Cell phones
Contrary to popular belief, there is not a cone of silence that surrounds you every time you use your cell phone. It's like some people think that as soon as they hit that "talk" button, they are in their own special world where their conversations cannot be overheard. And so it goes like this...
Dear WT lady,
I know I'm in the thrift store, and I know it's not the best part of town. So, I came prepared to deal with a little bit of ghetto. However, I do not care what type of shit is going to hit the fan when whoever in the hell you are talking about shows up to pick you up. I don't care that you don't feel well. Apparently, neither does the person on the other end of the call, because you've now repeated yourself five times. They aren't listening. Get a clue. I am mildly curious as to why, if you feel like total shit and just don't know if you can make it to said outing, you feel good enough to go to the thrift store and dig through germ infested clothes. Tip for the future to you, if you are going to say you are too sick to go somewhere, you may not want to tell them you are hanging in the thrift store at 10 AM. It doesn't make sense. It's a good thing most of the people in here appear to be speaking Spanish, because hopefully they don't understand what you are saying, and I am one of the few people who is having to listen to your stupid public tirade. I am quite certain, though, that regardless of the spoken language, if you are in the United States, you understand the word "fuck" especially when it is being shouted repeatedly inside Bargain Thrift. You are ruining my shopping experience. If I wanted to hear your personal business, I would make an effort to get to know you personally. Right now, all I want to do is pay for my shit and get out of the damned store, because I cannot stand to hear you say you don't want to deal with the aforementioned shit hitting the fan because you (again) do not feel well. Apparently, someone didn't learn to use their inside voice.
Love,
the lady carrying the Gucci bag and Prada shoes who is shopping at the thrift store
Dear WT lady,
I know I'm in the thrift store, and I know it's not the best part of town. So, I came prepared to deal with a little bit of ghetto. However, I do not care what type of shit is going to hit the fan when whoever in the hell you are talking about shows up to pick you up. I don't care that you don't feel well. Apparently, neither does the person on the other end of the call, because you've now repeated yourself five times. They aren't listening. Get a clue. I am mildly curious as to why, if you feel like total shit and just don't know if you can make it to said outing, you feel good enough to go to the thrift store and dig through germ infested clothes. Tip for the future to you, if you are going to say you are too sick to go somewhere, you may not want to tell them you are hanging in the thrift store at 10 AM. It doesn't make sense. It's a good thing most of the people in here appear to be speaking Spanish, because hopefully they don't understand what you are saying, and I am one of the few people who is having to listen to your stupid public tirade. I am quite certain, though, that regardless of the spoken language, if you are in the United States, you understand the word "fuck" especially when it is being shouted repeatedly inside Bargain Thrift. You are ruining my shopping experience. If I wanted to hear your personal business, I would make an effort to get to know you personally. Right now, all I want to do is pay for my shit and get out of the damned store, because I cannot stand to hear you say you don't want to deal with the aforementioned shit hitting the fan because you (again) do not feel well. Apparently, someone didn't learn to use their inside voice.
Love,
the lady carrying the Gucci bag and Prada shoes who is shopping at the thrift store
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