Two Big Little Words
A post about me hollering across Lulu's deli counter at a local woman to say "Thank you". Really, Sybil??
Hurry Up and Wait
This post is about going to the driver's license place over a two day span and then the nerve of the lady at the vision testing center telling me to come back the next day so that she could remedy their computer problem. Uh, homey don't think so. I might be a petite 5 footer, but I ain't a pushover. To put it mildly, I unleashed.
Another Lost Freedom
Just me being a rebel. Don't tell me what I can't do!
There was yet, another post (couldn't find, I have too many!) about the day the local guy hit the shopping cart that I was attached to in Landmark's parking lot. He obviously didn't want to be bothered with slowing down in his turn. He got out, checked his car for damage, then looked at me and said, "Ees goooood". Are you kidding me? I looked him in the eye and shook my finger in his face and said, "Ees not goooooood. You need to slow down!". Ok, so rumor has it that if I did that today, I'd be arrested. I'm trying really hard to refrain. Sort of.
American Woman ~ The Guess Who