Thoughts on the Day

If someone ever writes my biography, they may mark this down as the day I snapped.
- Want to know what’s more irritable than a bear with a sore head? It’s a DaddyBear with a sore tooth.
If I order coffee at 7:30 AM and someone hands me a cup that smells like potpourri again, bad things are going to happen.
To the gentleman who complained about how much the abrasive soap in the men’s room hurts his hands, I will return your man card when you grow some callouses.
I hope you enjoyed your lunch of rancid fish and old garlic heated up in the break room microwave today. That’s OK, I wasn’t hungry anyhow.
I do not make charitable donations in order to make new friends, nor are they invitations for some simpering fool to call my cell phone four bloody times in six hours requesting additional funds.
Unless you are a policeman, doctor, or EMS, there is no need to come to a complete stop at the scene of a fender bender that happened 15 minutes ago.
Hint to grocery store personnel – Do not try to debate the value of the dog food your customer is attempting to buy.
- Especially do not do this when he has a red glow behind his eyes.
Overheard at the dinner table: Irish Woman: I tend to read happy stories, where everybody lives. Me: I read history, dear. No-one survives history.
I can hear geese heading south. That may be the best thing I’ve heard all day.

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