its just not the way things oughta be

standing in a line at starbucks waiting to give my order, which is bad enough having to listening to the customer two or three steps ahead of me and , yes, usually a lady, making both social conversation and asking for the latest 'soda fountain' mixture of sweet and bitter, with a pinch of spice, covered in milky foam with a f...... cherry on top, but then ,when im the next to the one paying her tab, she is opening a small kinda silky looking thing, not big enough to hold anything of value, and is fumbling with three skinny fingers around inside this pouch, i know im in for it. ....i want to step to her side and hand the starbuck's person a 10$ bill and say, " here, for christ's sake, keep the change.

  remedy;  post notice 'no
    not in my world
  mr. p

Double cheeseburgers

I'm on a flight from Ontario, CA, to Tulsa, OK, stopping in Phoenix.
I dont look forward much to flying and adding the goofy people and their irritating habits, I really hope I can have a pleasant experience, as much as my concentration will allow.
First flight, full and buckled in. Strangely, the middle seat next to me was empty and I WAS thrilled. Then BOOM a double cheeseburger with mayo squishing out all over, waddling down the isle, looking! Omg!! The only seat left was next to me. It was difficult, very difficult for me watching her struggling to climb over the isle passenger, using both hands to re-arrange her protoplasm so it would all end up in that dames' seat.  It didn't because sooo much of the double cheeseburger was pushed on to me, my legs and my arms, even some on my side. I looked down to reach my book inside my bag, but I couldn't move. Nope I couldn't get up or down, no need to go to the John.

Not in my world. On my airline, there will only be 6 double seats for the cheeseburgers.

Mr P

A Picker, A Chomper, A Squatter and A Screamer...

Ok!!! I've had a bad day...


A Picker
I've put up with a red haired lady and her round husband both digging away for extra food lodged in their teethies, in broad daylight at a SMALL upscale restaurant. She kept digging, digging and then she spoke to me, remarking on my salad looking healthy. Sooooo ugh!!

A Chomper
Then this other lady sitting lonesomely next to my table kept doing some irritating thing with small pieces of her food. I soon noticed something fluffy and white perched on the chair next to her.. Her SHIT zu dog!! she was giving it equal bites, first IT, then her, then IT, then her.
I love dogs, aaaaahhh but there is something creepy about a dog at a nice restaurant sitting in a DIRTY dog carrier bag, on a Chair,  chomping away...  I mean something creepy about the lady who brings the dog... 


A Squatter
In the late afternoon I'm reading my book bout Sinatra  and Zippity, out come two pups romping on the lawn in front of my patio, cute both, but then one stopped 5 feet from me and squatted and laid a large tootsie roll, he jumped up and ran off . The lady or man who owned this little bastard never came around, soooooo I wrote the association and not telling on anybody, inquired what the fffffing rules are, which I already knew and also knew the association will put out a notice  to have dogs on a leash and for them to be taken to the bathroom at their designated area...  Haaaaaaaa

A Screamer
Now I'm at a Thai dinner cafe (Ana knows which one) and quietly enjoying my fish soup... Boom a baby's scream right next to me. I didn't fuss, I sat there and started to wonder why all this was going on around ME!!
Then the darndest thing, the baby was no longer screaming. 
Oh boy !   Aaahhh ... So I dared to look directly at the baby and mother to smile my thanx, when mommy flopped out a big one and jammed junior to it...
No cover and a smile on mama's face.  It shut baby up all right but  I had to listen to slurrping sounds for the rest of my din-din.   Ooohhhhhh me.


I've had a bad day...


Mr. P