Sorry for no posts, but life got in the way of everything again. I guess if I ever really intend to have a steady audience, I need to be less erratic with my postings. At any rate, I hope to be back to normal after this weekend.
I do have one beef I want to share with you, though. A couple of hours ago I was in my favorite coffee shop to get a cup of pick-me-up, and in front of me were several young college co-eds (Why is it that we can say a college is co-ed, we know it takes boys and girls, but when we say a young co-ed, we know we are talking about girls?).
I try not to let my prejudices out, but these girls were hippies- and not the kind that have 40 years of hard drinking and hard drugs behind them that they can use as an excuse for erratic behavior. These were the worst kind- the 19 year old daughter of an attorney or investment banker or something or other who had intentionally made themselves look like hell. This was their idea of rebellion. And they stunk. Bad.
So there I am in my favorite coffee shop, standing behind putrid smelling self-inflicted hippies, when I spot a “Indict Tobacco Executives for Murder” button on her backpack. These girls, given copious amounts of soap and a few weeks worth of Bean-O, could all have been attractive. But they chose not to be. In fact, they chose to foul my air. The hippiest (is that a word- is now, I guess) of the three reeked of patchouli and incense and had long, filthy, matted dreadlocks, and I had to jump back several times as she flung them through the air every time she shook her head. Here she is, making a statement against tobacco companies, and she is flinging her mangy, germ-infested hair through the air, showering all of us with her filth. Everytime she did that with her hair, I had images of someone twirling around a plague-infested rat by its tail.
“Indict Tobacco Executives for Murder.” I would have paid someone to blow smoke in my face to cover those girls stench.
I am done complaining.