As you’re taking the garbage to the curb
remember the fourteen pound block of Jorgenmanjenson cheese that tasted so good in Sam’s club, and then languished in your fridge until it took on the consistency of klompen ; until it’s presence (occupying the same space as a whole case of beer) shamed you into throwing it out. After having eaten only two slices. Slap yourself gently on the cheek and repeat, “What was I thinking?”
Be nice to as many people today as you can. Jake, in the mailroom. With the too-tight pants and the protruding nutsack. He could afford pants that fit properly but doesn’t What was he thinking? And Loraine, at the reception desk. She’s worn the same perfume for sixty two years, and there’s no way she can smell it on herself unless she uses a lot. What was she thinking? Those people are probably all good people who weren’t thinking when they prepared for their day. How about you? that blue skirt just doesn’t flatter your ass. And you should shave your legs if you’re gonna wear it to work without pantyhose. Especially you, Herb. What were you thinking?
Now go out and have a good day.

It’s even worse when it’s the elevator lady (yes, apparently some still exist) who bathes in perfume. There’s NO ESCAPE! You step off the elevator and you smell like, well, elevator lady!
Your comment machine hates me today.
Man, I don’t know why the comments get so hosed up.
And then there is the gal who in a fit of *enlightenment* back in the 60’s burned her bra. Unfortunately, she still hasn’t seen fit to acquire a new one since that date. Regardless of the time or place, she still thinks *they’re perky*, everyone else notes *perky* was last used as an adjective about 1974 in her case. What was she thinking?
And today I found out the crazy lady at work “enjoys working with me…” Oh crap. What was *I* thinking??? Why do I have to be nice?
I guess it’s my turn for fucktard friday…