So last Sunday I went to the Jays game to get a bobblehead for Rachel. There was a decent line, and I was in it for about 40 minutes. I could deal with that; I knew it wasn’t going to be a picnic going in. (Though in hindsight, I should have brought snacks, and definitely made it a picnic.)
Here’s where my beef comes in. Once we started moving, all these people just melded to the line and started cutting in all over the place! What the dude?! There was a line for a reason, buttmunchers. People who can’t obey society’s innate laws and have no social conscience in respect to lines. COME ON!
That is frustrating Shannon… If you can’t do a simple societal task as properly join a line, just stay home. But the question burning in all of our minds I’m sure, did you get the bobblehead?!?!?
My beef today, specifically, is that I finally mustered up the ambition to hem some skirts and dresses, but damned if I can find my straight pins! Generally, I am constantly moving shit around and ALWAYS forgetting where I put it. Its really, really, really… really annoying. COME ON!