Just popping in to say:

Happy Birthday, belladonnastrap!
It seems that I will owe a great many of my fellow Virgos birthday shots when next I see them.

In other news-- plans. Unconfirmed: Goth clubbing with Agnes tomorrow night somewhere in DC. Confirmed: Swing Dancing with Abby at Glen Echo on Saturday, or possibly henna and Eddie Izzard if there's no dancing. Spending the night at my mother's house Sunday evening so I can have a 7am driving lesson on Monday morning. Then a long bath and nap when I return home. Huzzah for a three-day weekend.

Also, care package swap people, you have a little over two weeks to send your care packages! And remember to post in the sent/received thread!

The scene: Dunkin' Donuts / Baskin Robbins, roughly 9pm.

Flissy, Abby, and I are sitting inside, enjoying post-bellydance ice cream.

Enter HickNeck (the redneck-hick hybrid) and wife, who want donuts. There are clearly donuts on the racks. Not every flavor of donuts, as it is 9pm, and the stock has dwindled over the course of the day.

HickNeck is angry. Why is HickNeck angry? HickNeck is angry because he perceives a dearth of donuts.

"What?" he asks the very obviously Eastern Indian cashier. "If I pulled out a bomb, then could you give me some donuts?"

I shot dirty looks of hell at the motherfucker. He went on, looking around to see if anyone was enraged about the donut Situation as he was. We weren't. He then asks for a manager, and questions her at length about why don't they make the donuts on site anymore and that's bullshit and false representation, and didn't that 'time to make the donuts' commercial mean anything?!

He left, unsatisfied, when the workers were unable to magically produce more donuts than were already on display.

I just don't get it. He seriously went on, loudly, angrily, tastelessly, about fucking donuts for about four minutes. I swear, if I'd have had my cell on me, I would have called the cops at the bomb comment. As it was, I'd left it in the car. I just don't understand what his point was, unless it was to make himself feel bigger by belittling others and making complete bystanders feel completely uncomfortable. Sucks to be him with such a mosquito-sized dick.

Motherfucker. I hope he gets a nasty donut-induced gastro-intestinal blockage.


ETA:: At some point between 5:30pm and 10:00pm, my layout added a tags and a page summary sidebar. I want them to go away. I didn't add them, and I want them gone. Help?

ETA2: Fixed it. But seriously, WTF, LJ?