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Monday, August 28, 2006

Watch Out


Today was slow at work, but still there was stuff going on to make say "What the F. . .?" For instance I went to use the restroom and I heard a big clink as someone completely dropped their pants on the floor to pee. As a guy I was horrified by that. Part of the bonus of being a guy is that you can unzip, whip, pee, pop it back in, wash the hands and go. No muss, no fuss.

That was nothing compared to the woman who sat right on the aisle and turned her chair to face the door as she sat partially in an aisle in the cafe. She then started breast feeding, at least she popped the towel over her, but she got on her cell phone (yes, even tender mother infant bonding is no match for the cell phone) and proceeded to bitch about how everybody was looking at her. For one, don't sit right in the path of the front freaking door and two stop screaming on your cell phone about how everyone is staring at you because that just makes them stare at you.

4 Comments:

At 11:07 PM, Blogger Gumby said...

Or for some of us, we can unzip, whip, pee, and reel it back in.

 
At 12:14 AM, Blogger That Cleaning Lady said...

somebody needs to figure out how to short-circuit the cell phones being used by stupid selfish loudmouthed people who have nothing intelligent to say and nobody intelligent to say it to!! I feel sorry for that breast fed baby having to listen to that horrible woman whining about being watched. She should shut up and let her kid eat in peace!!!

 
At 6:35 PM, Blogger Gumby said...

Whenever I come across someone on a cell phone in a public place, acting like they are entitled to any privacy at all, I tend to talk a bit louder to give them a little challenge.

 
At 1:36 AM, Blogger comment4U said...

From a Mother w/three underlings who had their private moments under blankets all over TX: GOOD FOR YOU! Talk loudly...cell phones...argggh. Women who want to pick feeding the baby, and then B*tch about people acting weird? I've got a solution...do it ELSEwhere...I wouldn't show you my boob just for the hell of it, and I wouldn't have done it just because of a screaming baby...

Entitlement. F*ck!

 

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