Why do they mock me?

First, it was the Sonic Car-Hop who brings me a Cherry Coke every stinkin time when She and I both KNOW I ordered a DIET Cherry Coke.

Then it was the UPS man who came to deliver my much anticipated package that required my signature the second I went into the bathroom and couldn't hear him honk his horn.

Then the fat-woman-clothes designers who, for some reason, think that every woman who is larger than a pencil wants a big gaudy flower or horizontal stripes across her chest.

My teenagers... Nuff said.

Now THIS?!?!

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