Sunday, October 23, 2005

Curmudgeon

If I am fortunate enough to make it to old man-hood, and I am in the dwindling days of my stay on this mortal coil, I'll be damned if I'm gonna waste one @#$%^&*#$%" MINUTE of my time arguing with a checkout clerk about whether something is on sale or not.

If that ever happens, shoot me—on the spot. I'll carry a little card in my wallet, authorizing it.

1 comment:

Madeline! said...

Put it in your living will... something about the right to life... that is, the right to get a life.