Monday, February 01, 2010

Frustration. In bulk.

Monday, February 01, 2010
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,

Megan

4 comments:

Senor Ping said...

Those anger management classes prevented you from punching the guy!

Dana said...

When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich
Here's what she said to me.

Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.

When I was young, I fell in love
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead
Will we have rainbows, day after day
Here's what my sweetheart said.

Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.

Now I have children of my own
They ask their mother, what will I be
Will I be handsome, will I be rich
I tell them tenderly.

Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be

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PatZ said...

costco is a mecca for crazy eyes. they flash around there in bulk...