I had an irresistible urge to quote from the master, to delight you with my alter ego weilding an ax … and lament the passage of time a bit differently this week.
Sometimes I wonder
whether the world
is being run
by smart people
who are putting us on
or by imbeciles
who really mean it.
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There is that four letter word we dare not utter in mixed company,
Mutter to yourself. Use self-control when faced with traffic jams … long lines in supermarkets
Hiss at doors slamming in your face. Do not lose control or fall victim to the poverty of language.
Be an adult and use restraint while holding the phone. Block out the canned music. Relax as you get transferred for the third time. Wait fifteen minutes. Pity the person on the other end who can’t get past pronouncing your name.
No politically incorrect adjectives for the cute customer service rep speaking to you from beautiful downtown Mumbai.
Remember … there are worst things in the world. The four letter word pales by comparison. Like …
Drat to that three letter word. Banish it from your vocabulary
“Watch your tongue, young lady!”
Ah, the injustice of time to find me … a post menopausal, fired up old teenager … with nothing more than fond memories of what it was like to be …
She smiles at me from an old photo album. I see her each morning looking back at me and bark, “Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my bathroom mirror?”
She snaps, “Get over it !”
I am mad you know? Mad as a hatter … or a dog … or a woman gone past 30 something. Past “middle age.”
Damn … gone past menopause.
Tell me please. Misery needs company.
What do you see in your bathroom mirror?
Is this the image you remember,
or an alien force that has taken possession
of your once youthful persona?