"Can you imagine that happening?" said one table mate to another.
I butted in, "What's the matter now?"
"Oh, nothing. (Pause) Why do you say 'now'? I"m not always complaining."
Well, she is. But I am the pot, calling the kettle black. I complain as much as anybody. They put up with my idiosyncrasies, my obsessions. I have no right to complain about complaints.
I was dead wrong. There was nothing to say, so I rolled away. Any answer would have been argumentative. Better retreat now before the verbal blows start.
But I have an outlet. So I came to my journal to vent. Bless you folks, you are here to hear. Next to having a dog to talk to, a journal is "man's best friend".
Can I get you some more Kibble?
6 comments:
arf arf!
RooooF!!!!!Bam
http://journals.aol.com/reconcilinglife/reconciling-life/
'OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO' (baying at the moon!)
Jackie
Oh I've seen lots of squabbles like this. This is why I moved to a different table. Like you "retreat is the better part of valor". Annie
http://journals.aol.com/desannie/AnniesMeanderings
what would we ever do without our computers I wonder.... they keep us up to date and sane don't they.... have a good evening, Sandra
Make mine Purina...
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