It's cold this morning. Of course this time of the year, the brittleness of the air is expected, but with age, I am uninspired by the chill. I would rather stay inside with the heat that I feel as well as smell. Why must I deal with the coldness of the season as well as the coldness from people..my people?
What is wrong with folks? If not for my age, I would probably be telling folks off from the time I get up in the morning until I went to bed. I have had folks drive around me in the opposite driving lane or jump in front of me just as the stoplight changes. What is wrong with these folks?
I am getting folks who really believe that they can express them at me in an unflattering manner as if I will not rip back into them effortlessly. Oh, how I have held my tongue and not. Just because, I probably would have lost my job. Yeah, that is the only explanation that make sense to me. Folks sometimes need to get as good as they give or sometimes much better. I am not feeling their hostility. Nope.
Sometimes, I can spot these Pharaohs as soon as they enter the door. These folks are not having a good day and they are going to make sure you know that I am less than the dollar they are spending for the day. ugh, ugh ugh... But, I won't, simply won't cut them up because as soon as I open my mouth, there goes my job. Not because I have grown wiser with age nor because I am too nice to bite with a bitter tonuge. Oh no, it's only because I am trying to keep this piece of a job.
Poverty is holding my tongue, at least for the moment. I am telling you just as soon as I hit the lottery...these folks are going to hear a thing or two..
My Obamas have a great day.
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