Laundry room (I do my laundry kinda late sometimes, leaving the drying for the morning. Some NATURE BOY from the second floor got all pissed off because he couldn't do his load at 7:00am like a good little granola monster and he noticed my basket from an earlier such occurence.)-
Him: WAKE UP! We are sick and tired of moving your laundry. Let's get it moving, let's get it done.
Me: Who is WE?
(I know who it is because I was walking back past the laundry room and I saw his ass reading my response with this corny, twisted look on his face. I don't leave my basket there anymore because I'm sure he'd probably spit in my load or something.)
Tanning salon parking lot near my friend's house. There are four reserved parking spots and three spots with no signs on the stalls and no signs anywhere in or near the lot saying I can't park there.
Her (the handwriting was unmistakably girlstyle): I have noted your license plate number. Consider this your last and only warning, or I will have your precious little truck TOWED AWAY.
Me (written on backside of her note and glued with loogie onto salon window: Sorry, I didn't know it was a reserved spot. But why are you being so SASSY?
― LC, Tuesday, 18 May 2004 07:42 (twenty-two years ago)
This nurse practitioner where I work put this ridiculous, maniacally scrawled note on the sharps container: "DO NOT CLOSE SHARPS CONTAINER. IF AN EMPLOYEE HAS TO PUT A NEEDLE DOWN IN ORDER TO OPEN THE CONTAINER AND CONTRACTS HIV IT WILL BE YOUR FAULT!"
I put one under it saying "Way to attach blame to some poor sterilization tech that you forgot to train properly. Oopsie!"
I saw her take them both down and throw them away.
― roxymuzak (roxymuzak), Sunday, 23 May 2004 01:57 (twenty-two years ago)
Haha! Owned, as they say =)
― Trayce (trayce), Sunday, 23 May 2004 02:34 (twenty-two years ago)