I am in a pissy mood so bear with me. Also, none of the these
comments are directed to you Gentle Reader, unless you are one of the crotches
who are guilty of these infractions.

I hate it when people who are perfectly capable hit the automatic door opener
do-hickey that is there for people who are disabled. How lazy are
you? I can understand using it when your hands are full or something, but
when you hit the button every single time...Come on! What you
obviously don't realize what happens is since the do-hickey is being used constantly,
more than it was probably intended to be used, the mechanism breaks making it
useless for the people who need it to work.

Let's have another
discussion about bathroom etiquette...shall we? We've discussed your
use of cell phones while doing your business in the restroom, and yet...it continues.
Does the person you are talking to know what you are doing? Probably
not. If they did would they be repulsed beyond explanation?
Most likely. Are you completely disgusting and gross? Absolutely.

When I tell you you hurt my feelings and you merely reply "okay" which
is your equivalent to "so?", that tells me what a bitch you are and
makes me rethink our friendship.

Don't answer my work related email through work related instant messaging.
Am I going to remember your answer after I have closed the instant messaging
window? I doubt it since I can't even remember what I asked you about in
the first place. PS: Be a dear and use "reply with history".

This weekend I went to the mall to buy a couple pairs of slacks and dress
shirts. I went to a department store and walked to the men's suit
section. Now, I have always noticed that the men's suit section employee's
always wear suits, have fancy name tags and are abundant in number (strange
considering no one seems to work in the jeans section), however I have
never ventured to guess why. One of them approaches me and asks if I need
help. I say no thank you, pick a pair of pants and go try them on.
Then I go to where the dress shirts are, clearly not the suit guys' area since
the never stray far from the suits. A lady in the shirts section measures
me and helps me pick out a few. I go back to the dress pants to get
another pair. When I pick them out I ask the man who wanted to help me if
he will hold my other pants while I try the others on. He does. When
I exit the dressing room, I pick up my pants he left at the register and
walk off. I do more shopping for other odds and ends. Once I am
finished I go over to the cashier closest to me. While I am being checked
out, the suit man appears and asks if I found everything I needed in a super
creepy way. I say yes and he stares at me for a beat and slinks
away. The lady ringing me up asks if he was helping me. I say
no. She tells me the creepy suit guys work on commission and that's why he
came over. Okay....number one: I don't know you work on commission.
Number two: I didn't buy a suit. Number three: Other than
holding a pair of pants for me while I tried another pair, you really didn't do
much for me...other than creep me out. And finally number four: how dare
you try to make me feel bad for losing a sale you didn't even earn. If any
one deserves commission, it was the lady who actually assisted me with the
shirts, but she doesn't get commission. Oh...one more thing...you are a
jerk.

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