Mar 01
Dear Albertson’s Cashier:
I am not amused. Your comments were unwarranted. They were also unnecessary. Surely, in your vast experience as a clerk, you have encountered a number of individuals who appear younger than their years. Whether you believe it or not is irrelevant. It is not your job to judge. It is your job to scan my items and take my money. In the future, I’d appreciate it if you’d shut the hell up and give me my wine.
Yours truly,
Fis(her)
PS – Your teeth are crooked. So there!
Nov 24
Posted by: Fis[he]r in fish freaks 3 Comments »
Standing outside of our vacation house, I was minding my own business perusing the local paper and soaking up the early morning sun. A woman of about sixty dressed in sweat pants and sporting a large parrot on her shoulder ambled down our street.
“Good morning,” The woman said politely as she passed by our patio.
“Good morning,” I replied.
“I’m still in my jammies!” The woman exclaimed, “And I need to take a shower!”
Myself still clad in sweat attire, I could only think to respond, “That makes two of us!” and offered a forced smile.
Thankfully, the woman merely wanted to make her statement and move on. The parrot had no comment.