Thursday, July 19, 2012

Psych!

Reason number  a lot that I'm going to hell;

I was on the elevator just now coming back from lunch when a two year old little girl announces to me very cheerfully

"You gots a BABY in you tummy!"

And for just a moment, I glanced over at her mother, face frozen in horror, clearly praying that I'm not going to go all pyscho fat bitch homicide baby killer on her, praying that her sweet little pigtailed oracle hasn't just commited the ultimate faux pas, and for just a moment, perhaps a moment too long, I contemplate bursting into tears as though mortally offended.

But I? I HAVE TURNED A CORNER and I'm all cherubic and shit and so I said "Yep!" and let the mother breathe again.

Where's my fucking gold star?

2 little kittens say Meow:

Sheree Burlington said...

See this fucking gold star? It's for you.

DavidShag said...

When last I visited, Hell was populated mostly by rude and ungrammatical children and the parents thereof. I am pretty much sure that the only people going to hell for sure are the ones who use 'they', 'them' and 'their' to refer to singular subjects, and those who use locutions such as "tell Mary or I".