Dear nice man standing behind me in line at Costco,
I'm just trying to buy my netbook, giant container of kraft parm cheese dust, multipack of yoga pants and case of pineapple. Why must you continue whistling Que Sera, Sera over and over and OVER again?
I compliment your ability to whistle in perfect pitch, but FORTHELOVEOFGOD, it took all my willpower not to turn around and smack you.
Gary was already embarrassed enough with all the crazy eyes I was tossing out in your direction.
Do me a favour and don't make me shove my 1.99 all-beef hot dog of deliciousness somewhere unpleasant. I'll show YOU a whistle!
Hugs and Kisses,
1 day ago