It occurred to me months and months ago that ranting is like turning on a garden hose. Imagine water in a hose is like creativity busting out and spraying all over your neighbor. There's the nasty stagnant water that gets blown out first. That would be a rant. Even on my non-creative days, I still manage a rant about some obscure annoyance. Or not so obscure.
Today (like every day) I hate the self-check-out line in the grocery store. Someone once said "I'll use them if they give me a discount. They're saving on labor, but I'm not getting anything out of it." A good point that I cling to desperately. I will wait in line for an actual person to check me and my little pile of groceries out. The few times I've had to use the self-check-out (I shop late sometimes and apparently only the machines are up as late as me), I quickly escalate into foul-mouthed hollering at the things.
Those lanes piss me off so much that I can't even talk about them in the store. Today, in line with some eggs and whatnot, a helpful managerial type pointed out that there was no line at the self-check-out. I hissed at her. She backed up and went on to the next person in line behind me.
An Erinku:
Oh, latte
iced and
frothy and
carmelly...oh.
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