It's right when you walk in to the left, and during lunch time it's filled with loners with their lap tops and books. I love it.
I think it's when you hit about 67 that you decide, "I don't give a #&@$ about anything."
"You can see my bra through this shirt?....What of it?"
"I cut you in line?....What of it?"
"You can smell my baby powder and hair from your table?...What of it?"
"I entered the Hwy at 35 mph?....What of it?"
"I put 3 packs of salt on everything I eat?...What of it?"
Why do people walk around with ear buds in their ears always listening to music? Is your inner monologue that lame?
5 comments:
oh how sweet to hear the familiar walker criticism.
what of it?
awesome.
I can't wait to be that crazy old person! Just like my grandmother... she would tell the checkers at the grocery store that they were slow and needed to hurry up. and she would air out her armpits with the a/c in the car. I loved this woman:)
You make me smile. :]
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