...to register my disgust with this day. You'd think I would, at long, long last regard unreturned voicemail messages, unexpected changes of plan and other constant annoyances as a mere part of the game.
Somehow, the message never sinks in.
Another trip has been added in the next month's schedule, which in this case will involve a good 700-plus miles of driving to get there and back. Access by air is not real swell.
And, despite my vow to wear a blazer and tie in the hot sun as seldom as possible, I have been asked to play judge at yet another car show. Since the headman is a dear friend who has done more than his share of favors for me, it would have been churlish of me to say "no."
Yeah, I can be a churl, no problem. But I try to keep obnoxious behavior to a minimum. Or at least indulge in it privately.
In fact, I want to be a creep. It's an irresistible impulse when I'm out-of-sorts.
So why don't I just let the bile flow? Simple. It would splash those who don't deserve it, and leave those who have earned a solid dose of creepiness from me unscathed.
As always, the antidote to all this repressed nastiness is unavailable.
Long evening ahead....
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