Friday, December 01, 2006

Apparently Dante skipped this circle.

I don't lie. I also don't cheat, ever. Never cheated in school, don't cheat at games. I don't try to weasel other people out of something that's rightfully not mine, nor do I steal. Therefore, when I am lied to, cheated, or be-weaseled, I get sort of upset. Know what I hate even more than being lied to, cheated, or be-weaseled? The implication that I have, in fact, lied, cheated, or weaseled when I have done nothing of the sort. That butters my biscuit more than almost anything else. It usually makes me feel like I'm going to cry, and I hate that, too. Because really, what's more humiliating than blubbering like a big crybaby when you really want to look your accuser straight in the face and deliver a blistering, un-toppable comeback?

(Can you tell that the dispute with the car rental company is not going well? Indignant letters have been drafted.)

And also high on the to-loathe list? Cold, bitter, unrelenting wind. Guess what we had all day today!

And for the extra bonus points, guess one place I hate to go above all others. I'll give you a rhymes with Hall Cart, and I have to shop there when I need supplies for work, because it's the only place in town where I can use the office credit card.

So you can probably figure out what kind of day I had when I tell you that I went out in the cold, bitter, unrelenting wind, then received a call from a representative of the car rental company that made me feel like I was being accused of lying, cheating, and weaseling while I was shopping at Wal-Mart. It was peachy.

Don't feel too sorry for me, though. Other people had a much crappier day than I did. At least nobody propositioned me today, which is more than I can say for poor Chirky.


  1. Yum, buttered biscuits.

  2. Anonymous10:20 AM

    I used to complain how my cell phone lost signal inside our local Hall Cart. Now I see this as Fortune smiling on me.

    At me. Whatever.

    And rental car company wonks should be among the first against the wall when the revolution comes. With any luck it'll be a cold, bitter, unrelenting windy day. For them.