I showed restraint. I was at some boring party thing and some young trophy wife kept going on and on and on about how fit she was and it was because she took her Schnauzer out and they rode the bike, it running and she riding.
She then continued on though about how the long rides made her Schnauzer sore and I piped up "maybe you should get a different seat. . "
There's a reason I don't get asked to society parties.
When I was working retail, a lady took out her checkbook to pay for her merchandise after pretty much acting impatient and rude. As she wrote her check, she had her left hand thrust as far forward as she could still maintain the excuse that she was using it to hold the checkbook. I noticed a shiny new diamond on the ring finger. Having done some amateur jewelry work before, and knowing a thing or two about precious stones, I thought I'd be polite and comment on it.
"Nice rock! What is that, a 1.5-carat?" I was actually being really nice about the size of the stone, as it was really only slightly bigger than a 1-carat.
She sneered at me and said, "Try two-and-a-half carats!"
I raised my eyebrows at her, and having already put up with her attitude for long enough I said, "Is that what he told you?"
She left the store with a "humph!" and my coworkers informed me that she was the wife of some local celebrity - d.j. at one of the popular music stations or some crap. I don't care who she was. She was rude!
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I showed restraint. I was at some boring party thing and some young trophy wife kept going on and on and on about how fit she was and it was because she took her Schnauzer out and they rode the bike, it running and she riding.
She then continued on though about how the long rides made her Schnauzer sore and I piped up "maybe you should get a different seat. . "
There's a reason I don't get asked to society parties.
I thought I might have a witty comment. And then Brigid was here. I can't top or even compete with that.
Wait, two ears, four legs...Aren't they all the same?
[ducks down]
When I was working retail, a lady took out her checkbook to pay for her merchandise after pretty much acting impatient and rude. As she wrote her check, she had her left hand thrust as far forward as she could still maintain the excuse that she was using it to hold the checkbook. I noticed a shiny new diamond on the ring finger. Having done some amateur jewelry work before, and knowing a thing or two about precious stones, I thought I'd be polite and comment on it.
"Nice rock! What is that, a 1.5-carat?" I was actually being really nice about the size of the stone, as it was really only slightly bigger than a 1-carat.
She sneered at me and said, "Try two-and-a-half carats!"
I raised my eyebrows at her, and having already put up with her attitude for long enough I said, "Is that what he told you?"
She left the store with a "humph!" and my coworkers informed me that she was the wife of some local celebrity - d.j. at one of the popular music stations or some crap. I don't care who she was. She was rude!
Brigid, if my Schnauzer ever got sore, I'd hope it would be from more than riding a bike.
Jenni, she has a distinct talent. ;)
Lawyer, apparently this lady thought so!
Mike, I wish I had your cojones! I'm surprised the tip of my tongue is even still intact, as often as I bite it...
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