10.) Your boss pulls one of those "favors" only bosses can get away with and asks you to wash his car. So, you do...with neon green paint.
9.) You go through the drive through at McDonalds and order a cheeseburger. They ask you would you like anything else, and you reply, "Yes, a restaurant that serves freaking cheeseburgers."
8.) You meet the mailman, who routinely puts mail in your box that is for an address on a different street, at your mailbox one day holding a sign that says, "This is Park Avenue. Hickory Avenue is that way."
7.) The next day, when the previous sign doesn't work, you meet the mailman at your mailbox with a pamphlet on adult literacy programs at the local community college.
6.) You tell the kid who lives next door you'll give him five dollars if he'll sit in the room with his parents one night while they're screaming to transcribe their argument, and when asked what he's doing, to say, "Mrs. Smith paid me five dollars to write this down so she can know what's so important that you're keeping her from watching Leno for."
5.) You arrive at a fast food restaurant 3 minutes late for the breakfast menu and they refuse to serve you breakfast. So, you order the biggest meal you can conceive of for them to prepare, then leave the drive through line entirely while they get it ready.
4.) You spill coffee all over the place one morning, but instead of cleaning it up, you grab a towel/sweatshirt/pet to throw over it so you can't see it anymore.
3.) Two words: daytime flask.
2.) You post, "Leave me alone or die," as your facebook status.
And the number one way to know if you're in an I don't give a f*** mood:
Someone comes up to you with a handful of tiny things they found on the floor, tells you it's trash, and asks you what to do with it, and you respond, "I don't know, you shove it up your BLEEEEEEP for starters..."
Yeah, can you guys tell I've had a long day? What are your responses to people like when you're having "I've been pushed too far" sort of a day?
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Like when I'm scraping to pay off medical bills, living on $1.34 meals at Mcdonalds (that's one mcdouble + a cup of water), and I'm paying everything carefully with plastic and haven't had physical money in my pocket for over a month, and I have to go to the grocery with one dollar in company money to buy a bag of ice for the day for the company I work for (it comes to EXACTLY $1 with tax), and wouldn't you know, on my way out a bum decides to come up to me and ask for change, and I politely tell him I can't help him, and that I'm sorry, and then I walk away, and then he shouts at my back, "YOU NOT SOWRRY! YOU DUN WANNA GIVE ME NO CENTS FINE, BUT DUN LIE DA ME AND TELL ME YO ASS IS SOWRRY!" and then I turn around and kindly ask if he ever wonders what life would have been like if he'd have had enough oxygen at birth?
Yeah, I've had those days.
Oooh, you are feeling surly, love it! Hope you feel better getting it out. It can be fun to write a post like that. I have done that. I titled it, "I'd Rather Put a Cigarette Out in My Eye."
lol, gotta 'love' those moods. #3 is particularly good ;)
And why does the McDonald's sign have to ask me if I care for a double King-sized combo before I can place my order? Its job is to shut up and listen; not offer serving suggestions.
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