It is time for ME to get some things OFF of my chest so here it goes...
What I meant to say begins NOW!
When husband left a message on answering machine telling me the 4 little words I have been waiting for all week--("I got the job!")I felt all good inside. And giddy like a school girl on the first day of school.
What I meant to say--"YES!! yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes!!!!!!!!" And I jumped around and all over the house. (In all actuality I did just precisely that.) *sigh* Sometimes it is good just to let it all out.
When I bought some sweet maple syrup the other day and may I add, it was FREE, I had a coupon, I double checked with the cashier to see if it indeed got taken off. (The syrup was like 3.99) She said, "Of course."
I double checked the receipt and shook my head. "No, I don't think so. I was still charged."
What I meant to say--"Look, I know it is close to the end of your shift, you have had a L-O-N-G day on your feet, but I just want my syrup for free and be on my merry way!!! Please get your manager and correct this situation.....I don't wanna go to customer service. This is your fault!" " "Grrrr.!!!!!" (I would have growled too. Sometimes you get more respect when you growl.
One more. This is getting fun.
I wanted to get a piece of meat on sale. Of course I could NOT find it anywhere. I asked the butcher who was stocking the meat. He pointed to the meat on sale. Paid for it. Went home. Husband saw price and shook his head. "You got the wrong meat."
What I meant to say to the guy who pointed to the wrong meat NOT on sale: "Are you kidding me? You did NOT point out the correct meat on sale? I had to drive all the WAY back here and exchange it for the correct meat. That's it. Give me 5 dollars for gas and we'll call it even. Okay? Don't let it happen again...."
When I found out AGAIN, that a certain blog friend of mind is still getting nasty comments on her blog I wanted to scream. In all actuality, I growled and sighed.
What I meant to say if I knew who the bloody blogger was that made the comment: "Really? We are going here AGAIN? First of all, who died and made you Miss Queen Perfect? Who gives you the right to leave your filth on my friend's blog...Why I ought to kick your butt to the moon and back again! If your mother knew you were leaving such nonsense on another's blog, oh what would she say?"
*sigh* Nobody ever listens to me.
That's it. All my meant to says are used up in the idiotic grocery store and in discovering new people I want to maim in blogland. (Okay, that's a bit harsh. Even for me. Just kick around a little.) Grrr. Why me?
I feel better now that I got off my chest. Now what about you?