Wednesday, December 26, 2012
"What a pain in the -- "
I hate to reveal this, but... I received what many consider hate mail the other day. "I hate when that happens." I'd barely read the subject line when I became incensed by the audacity of the question it posed... "You shouldn't get mad -- get even!" Yeah well, that sounds like good advice right about now. "And we won't even charge you for it..." Just so everyone knows, I can smell sinister e-mails from a mile away, so I didn't bother to open it... "Oh. Maybe you should've..." What for? I'm not going to waste my time and energy on such things... "Just replenish it with an energy drink." All I read was something to the effect of: Do you suffer from chronic back or neck pain? Of course not! Everybody knows full well that I suffer from no such maladies! "We didn't know..." The way I took it, some cyber bully's letting me know that I'll soon be suffering from such pain... "Are you sure you're not jumping to conclusions?" I never jump to conclusions! "Good to know..." Come on, coward -- come out, come out, whoever you are! Show your face! "But what if he's ugly?" I demand to know why physical harm's being directed at my lean and supple body. I mean, have I ever wronged an innocent soul? Have I ever teased a geographic illiterate for thinking Michigan's peninsulas are two separate states?! "But aren't they?" Pity the fool that's trying to scare me because I laugh at professional wrestling (I wouldn't be caught dead at one of those silly matches). "You know it's real, right? Those guys aren't faking it..." I'm curious to know who I rubbed the wrong way along the way... "There's no way of knowing..." Maybe it was a bitter chiropractor who calls himself a medical doctor -- but knows he isn't! "That's not your fault!" Look, I'm a good citizen, okay? I smile at people -- unless they steal my parking spot. I donate to good causes -- mainly the cable company that covers my beloved sports teams. I don't throw eggs at neighbors' houses -- unless they give out stale candy at Halloween! Need I say more? "No need, no..." I'm a likeable, loveable sort! "Sure sounds like it..." Yeah, so whoever's out there wishing harm to my beloved back and neck better stop it, right now, right this minute! "Hey, there's a guy at the door looking for you, guy named Guido." Tell him I'm not home -- tell him I went to a wrestling match!
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