wrod. first they'd have to get some, most likely, but I feel you on this.
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I was walking with my crutches when a random person asked an airport worker to get me a wheelchair without so much as speaking one word to me. I know he meant well, but WTF?
I was walking with my crutches when a random person asked an airport worker to get me a wheelchair without so much as speaking one word to me. I know he meant well, but WTF?
The hell?
That's appalling, sj. Words I do not want on my tombstone: She meant well.
Oh, great. He meant well. So now you can't tell him to get a hobby. I hate that. At least with the intrusive ones you can fall back on your more annoying teenaged gambits such as sighing, eye-rolling and the You Cannot Be Serious face.
I looked at him and in my fakest polite tone said, "thank you sir, but I don't need a wheelchair at the moment". Shocked the hell out of him.
Did you ask the airport person to bring him a brain?
Heh. No, apparently I needed you with me, Ginger. I never think quick enough with the sarcasm.
ION, poor TCG looks awful, but he is lucky a carry a medicine cabinet in my purse. I did tell him not to finish my soup the other night...
I probably wouldn't have had a snappy comeback if it happened to me, because I would be too busy being furious.