I've Been Violated!

Some a$$hole stole the emblems off the front and back of my poor 7-year-old car while I was in Wally-World yesterday for a mere 15 minutes.  I'm a librarian for goodness sake.  It's not like I drive a vintage Cadillac or Mercedes yet some punk is probably out running around with my Scion emblem hanging from his neck on a gold chain. 

Kiss My Grits

Why does everything sound sweeter, nicer or funnier with a authentic southern accent?  While dining out the other day I was subjected to the typical toddler tirade at a local restaurant.  This blonde, southern-belle could not have been more than 4 or 5 years old and liked to share her opinion, wanted or not, on every topic under the sun at a level that everyone in the place could hear.  She didn't like what her mother ordered for her and made sure the rest of the the restaurant heard her repeated complaints about the cuisine and at that special pitch that only screaming toddlers seem to be able to reach all the while the stone-deaf mother ignored her insistent child's pleas and continued on with her adult "hushed" conversation.

Then the little girl looks at the mother's companion and inquires "Why did he call the cops on you?"

From the mouths of babes...

End of Summer Re-Runs

Well it's that time of year again... time to count the truant teens that have escaped into the library instead of going to school.  Why do they want to hang out here in the middle-of-the-day anyway?  Are they just not cool enough to think of something more exciting to do?  Why must they inflict their boredom on us?  Go and bug someone else for a change, please!

Is it Friday Yet?

Why is it when you know that you have a three-day weekend coming up the rest of the week just seems to drag on?  Tick...tock...tick...tock...  Why oh why?