Don’t Blame Me
I have said that I always take full responsibility for my actions.
Tonight, I’m taking it back.
If I get new windshield wiper blades because the one on my passenger side falls off in the middle of a rainstorm, only to have the brand new drivers side blade fall off ten minutes after being installed, during the same rainstorm, I cannot be held responsible for running over anyone. Especially if that person is not in the cross walk. While I usually can understand and sympathize with an 80-year-old woman walking slowly through the grocery store parking lot, I cannot help but wonder why an 80-year-old woman would wear 4 inch heels to the grocery store. (I didn’t run over anyone, but seriously, speed it up or get some New Balances.)
Also, I have a very vivid imagination and get spooked easily. So if I mention that I sometimes get a little creeped out while turning out all the lights at work and one of my coworkers decides to spell out “HELP” in flatware on the kitchen counter after a conversation about poltergeists, I cannot be held responsible for pocketing one of the forks to use in self-defense. And if one of my coworkers decides that it might be fun to jump out from behind a door to try to scare me, I cannot be held responsible for stabbing them in the forehead with the pocketed fork. (I also didn’t stab anyone in the forehead. I’m just saying, knock it off, jerkface!)






January 23, 2010 - 2:14 pm
I would’ve had a heart attack and died on the spot if I saw HELP spelled out like. My mind wanders when I’m alone anyway and it doesn’t take much to freak me out.
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