Ok, now that being said, it's getting all cloudy outside... and low and behold it's supposed to rain right around the time I go home... when it's sorta warm, I get a kick out standing in the rain waiting for the buss looking at the stuffed shirts that are afraid of letting a bit oh mother nature touch the ol'hugo boss... suckaaaaaaaa...
just a little rant to vent some steam....
There is a class of woman that just burns my ass... she's typically in her late 30's or early 40's, she smells like really expensive perfumes (as in she couldn't make up her mind in the morning and put on 15 different scents) and when she's in a womans-stuff store or a decidedly 'woman's section of a department store... she will just walk up to the counter where a man is talking to a sales person and act like the guy does not phuquing exist. Fortunately for this woman there is another class of woman that while serving a man in a womans stuff store will totally snub the crap out of said punk-assed-smelly woman.
This rant has been brought to you by the boi that has a desk covered with girli stuff... at least until the packages are packed.