Saturday, February 14, 2009

Valentinstag

Today is Valentine's day. My heart is fine but it feels like somebody dumped an old fish tank's water into my lungs. Or something like that.

I waited two hours in the doctor's office to make sure I don't have pneumonia and everyone was totally losing their shit. Some lady kept audibly sighing and whispering frustrated "oh my god"s and calling someone proclaiming her blood sugar was dropping and to bring FOOD and two robust sweat-suit clad dudes, one of whom was actually sick and one of whom was just the sick dude's buddy there to accompany him, were talking extremely loudly about everything. Some lady came in and demanded to be rushed to the front of the 2 hour line because her son was coughing and then accused the receptionist of turning them away when she suggested they go to the hospital if she felt it was serious. Some other lady kept erroneously demanding she was being cut in front of by another lady who was there before her.
I'm just sitting there minding my business reading a book called "Tripping" about people's various stories on various psychedelic drugs. Even the story about some guy in the Grand Canyon who almost fell to his death clinging to a crumbling nub on a sheer cliff face with nowhere to go to whilst tripping on Peyote sounded like a better place to be. Jesus.


Yesterday I was at the grocery store and I had picked up a purty bouquet of yellow roses. While I was standing in the check-out line some smarmy lady who got in line behind me goes, "Excuuuse me, but what are yellow roses supposed to mean again?"
... oh my god let me buy my juice and flowers in peace
a one second pause elapsed and the lady in front of me in line jumps in and says, " Oh I think it means.... friendship."

I wanted to interject and say, "Well SHIT, I thought yellow meant divorce"

but they then went on to discuss the various meanings of other colors- pink- white with terrible wit and cackles. But let's face it. RED means LOVE and everything else means NOT LOVE. That's the point I think they were trying to beat to death. I should have grabbed the purple which means SHUT THE FUCK UP.


Love it.

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