People who think they drive race cars. They drive suped up street-legal race cars (aka Civics with tinted windows) and have their exhaust so loud that it sounds like they are driving 100 miles an hour by the time they get into 3rd gear, which is only about 20 feet after their starting point.
Kids who run barefoot across the grass at top speed like they've never stepped on an acorn, a tack or a bottle cap in their life.
Shoppers who leave messes in my store as if they were raised in a barn. I can only imaging what some people's houses look like. Nevermind all the rugs on the floor. You can always see how it will look in your house once you place it down on a shiny, clean, buffed white tile floor. (Then just leave it there. Someone else may need to see it too.) Nevermind all the outdoor chaise chair cushions that have been unrolled. I know it is important see what color it really is. Even though it is only rolled up and you can, ya know, see the color. And nevermind all the opened packages laying around. I swear, manufacturers should just stop putting pictures on boxes and save themselves some ink, money and time. Today, we had to pick a piece of poop off the floor. A piece of POOP!!
Saturday, July 12, 2008
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