I witnessed some foolishness today....a woman was creating a scene in a store. She hadn’t gotten the answer she wanted, so loudly she announced to all of us that she going to film us. All of us. All of us witnesses. I sucked my teeth and walked out the door.
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Mr. DeMille, I DON”T need my close up.
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Big whoop. A middle aged lady threatening a young worker. Screaming that she was going to record all of this for the Internet to see as she fumbled with recording this craziness on her cell phone, this lady wanted all of us get in on the action.
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Wrong playmates, wrong playpen!
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“Hey, Lady, it wasn’t scanning correctly because you had picked up the wrong-sized can.” If you want to fight, pick an old heifer like me.
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Film this, Ma’am.
The ad said that the smaller can was on sale. You had the great big can. That dog won’t hunt.
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Does it hurt to be that stupid?
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I’m usually all "self-concept”. I’m the "let’s not humiliate anyone, sing Kum-bi-ya and get along, Erin." If I worked with the general public, I’d wear a Go-Pro around my neck and I could have my own tv station of crazy.
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I better just keep on walking.
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