Drinks on the Dance Floor
Allright Los Angelenos, I'm warning you.
Don't place your drinks on the stage above the dance floor. Don't place your drinks on the speakers by the dance floor. Don't place your drinks anywhere near the dance floor.
They will get knocked over.
Come on now- this is common sense. Gulp em down, or keep them in your hand.
Or they will fall.
And I'm not sorry.
I like the Supermarket. I really do.
The choice of salacious items is overwhelming and excellent.
Where else can you choose from 5 different varities of Frozen Waffles and French Toast?
That choice- is a thing of beauty. Really, it is. Sort of like the variety of Taco Carts in Los Angeles- but that's a different blog category.
So why why why, my dear Americans, must you decide to break the sacred rules of the Express item lane?
15 items is 15 items. No more. (There can be less.)
Breaking down your 30 items, albeit small items like Tic Tacs and Advil, into two groups of 15 items is unaccetable. Especially on Christmas Eve. Especially when there are 40 people behind you.
Grandma in Redondo Beach, you should be ashamed.
I hate tailgaters.
On the freeways these people just have to ride your butt to the point where you feel they're on their back seat.
This is unaccetable.
Usually, I like to slow down on purpose, or throw a tiny little brake in- but I realize that these efforts are usually fruitless.
I wish I could install high beams in the back of my car. So when a tailgater reveals themselves, I can just blind them in the eyes.
That would be sweet.
