We just bought our dog Moe a beautiful Woolrich pet coat. It’s waterproof, moleskin lined, and nicer than the jackets 90% of the kids in this country will wear to school tomorrow. And I love the way it looks on him. To be fair, he’s a rescue who was badly abused before we found him. My take on it is that he deserves whatever we are able to provide for him. Even so, I have my moments of doubt.
In a very crowded restaurant you are going to sit at an empty table, holding three vacant seats while others who, you know, actually have food are standing? When I politely inquire you are going to reply, “No, I’m holding these for my friends” and point to someone waaaaaaay at the end of the line to order food? Look surprised when I laugh, push your stuff aside, and sit down anyway?
Welcome to New York, sweetheart. Now I’m taking out today’s paper because you just made sure I’m going to eat a sloooooooooow lunch.
Apparently asking “Is there a seperate line for those of us who aren’t raging queens trying to scam the pharmacist with a bogus perscription” is considered an offensive statement by some people. Who knew?