How to get on my bad side
Yep, strangers telling me to smile - especially men, oh wait, it's always men - infuriates me as much now as it did when I was a teenager. Today I was crossing a street and he was in a pickup truck waiting for the light. I wished I carried a knife like my husband. I wanted to slash his...tires.
Posted by ronckytonk at 12:33 PM
Labels: for yer consideration, walking
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You just said "like my husband" wow. You are SOOOOO married.
oh yeah...and smile!
you are the only man who is allowed to tell me to smile, Buttercup. I know, I SAID HUSBAND and it was easy! What?
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