Okay, this is TOTALLY not about writing but I had to vent…

I find myself completely annoyed by at least one person a day. Seeing as how I am surrounded by the same folks on a daily basis, the odds of one of them annoying me is pretty high.

Usually, it’s the same person over and over again.

You know that pouty face we used to give our daddies when we really REALLY wanted something? Every girl does it. You drop your head, look up through your lashes, stick that bottom lip out ever so slightly and say, “Daddy, please?”

Yeah. I’m guilty. And if you’re raising a girl, I can assure you she will do it too.

Anyway… that face starts to NOT be cute by the time you’re – oh – say 45. Or older. Unless you have a totally youthful face and can pull it off, then it’s a no. Seriously.

So without going into to much detail – I’m trying to protect the guilty here – there’s this woman I know who is the most downtrodden woman I’ve ever known. She’s gotta be in her 50s at least. So when she pulled the freaking pouty face on ME, it took every fiber of control in my being not to smack her.

Instead, I responded with a harsh “WHAT?”

I couldn’t help myself. It nearly sent me into a rage. I mean, WTF? Even I can’t get away with pulling that crap on ANYONE and believe me, I’ve tried.

I guess it just amazes me that she thinks it MIGHT work and on another female. Yeah, I have your number, sister. You ain’t pulling that crap on me.

Oh, and I suppose you’re wondering what UWP stands for. That would be Useless Wh*re Points. So I’m awarding one UWP to Poor Pitiful Polly.

Her and the broad at Subway that talked nonstop on her cell phone while ordering her sandwich and instead of getting off the freaking phone, she merely pointed at the bloody condiments to tell the poor worker what she wanted on it. If that were me behind the counter, I would have just wrapped up the bread and stuck it in the wrapper. Have a nice day!

Can you tell I have rage? Mayhap it’s time for therapy. Or a lot of Cosmopolitans.