I started out with that title and promptly forgot where I was going with it. Not that it matters that much, some thought just escaped my mind.
It had something to do with the way the day went, yesterday. Every time I turned around, I managed to piss someone off. Now it’s a particular talent I have, and I spend a great portion of my days trying to irritate a portion of the population, I consider it a calling, a special talent that I have.
Only, yesterday, I wasn’t trying to irritate anyone, I was just managing to rub all the fur the wrong way. Couldn’t seem to get anything right.
I was sitting in the office, running errands, tending to business, and the big boss calls, I answered the phone. “You sound depressed. I still need to run by there with your check, and pick up that paperwork.”
“Better not,” I replied.
“Why’s that?”
“I’m pissing everyone off. Can’t figure it out.”
“You haven’t pissed me off yet.”
“Yeah, well you’re not female.”
“It’s okay. I’m sending a possible tenant over in a few minutes.”
“Good! I’ll try not to piss her off, too!”
“Just rent her an apartment.”
Done.
I had about half an hour to kill downtown, so I stopped at the [url=www.hideout.org]Hideout and supped on an excellent espresso, frothy coffee, done [i]just right[/i]. Smoothed things over in my head while reading some of [url=http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0679642218/fishinguideto-20]Pepys Diary.
Joined two Capricorns for dinner at a sushi place downtown.
Left in much better humor, clutching a “to go” box with two tuna rolls and an asparagus roll, along with that joke about using leftover sushi for bait.
I got home, and I feed to loudly complaining cat the tuna and the asparagus roll’s outer cover, which was angus beef.
The cat drug the tuna to the middle of room and left it. She did like the beef. However, it wasn’t enough so that’s just one more female pissed off at me.
C’est la vie.