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Customers cussing me out do not make me stabby.
Sanctimonious cow orkers do not make me stabby.
Working the 2:30 to 10 p.m. shift on every Friday of my life does not make me stabby.
On the other hand, having two callers in the space of 15 minutes pronounce the S is "Illinois"? Hand me a frickin' ice pick. I got somethin' I need to go do.
In other news, I had believed for many years that there is nothing more vile than an artificially banana-flavored slushie. Thanks to my son, I now stand corrected: there is nothing more vile than an artificially banana-flavored slushie that has been left to melt in a hot car for an hour and a half. It looks alarmingly similar to what I imagine human bile would look like, if you had at 32-ounce plastic cup of it in your drink holder.
Sanctimonious cow orkers do not make me stabby.
Working the 2:30 to 10 p.m. shift on every Friday of my life does not make me stabby.
On the other hand, having two callers in the space of 15 minutes pronounce the S is "Illinois"? Hand me a frickin' ice pick. I got somethin' I need to go do.
In other news, I had believed for many years that there is nothing more vile than an artificially banana-flavored slushie. Thanks to my son, I now stand corrected: there is nothing more vile than an artificially banana-flavored slushie that has been left to melt in a hot car for an hour and a half. It looks alarmingly similar to what I imagine human bile would look like, if you had at 32-ounce plastic cup of it in your drink holder.
