j p o wrote:
Don't fucking bless me. Keep your mythology to yourself. Why are we changing our clocks and not just our schedules?
What is a turn light? Is that like a turn signal or is it like a stoplight. Or us it their bastard love child?
ETA - why can't my phone understand that I speak colorfully? Why would I call something a basted love child? That makes no sense. That should be at the top of the list of things needing fixed.
I told my 5 year old the other day to say "excuse me" after he sneezed a plume in my direction that would make a Maid of the Mist captain reverse course. Mrs sphere looked at me like I had two heads before offering the obligatory blessing and issuing a lifelong pardon from the burden of excusing himself in such instances. Because that's the logical order of events after you coat someone in a slimy blanket of pathogens...
I love being the only one near someone when they sneeze, just to let the awkward silence of an absent "bless you" hang in the air. Gives them time to think about what a self-obsessed jerk I am, and maybe, just maybe, think about why they would think that for not blessing them.
The devil made me do it the first time, second time I done it on my own - W