Cheryl W.

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He kept calling you his “fiancée,” so naturally I was curious as to when you two were getting married. I laughed so hard when you rolled your eyes and said, “never.” Like I said…my kind of people.

John M.

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I don’t know why. I don’t know you. And yet…I feel like we should be friends. I think it’s probably the “we’d rather have dogs than kids” thing, but I definitely think you’re my kind of people.

Vanessa

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Your roommate was icky, and mine was in a coma, so you moved in with me. What a weird combo, the hippie and the pink-haired punk. But we got along, even though your townie boyfriend annoyed me.

Jennifer

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We spent that whole summer planning our dorm room. I couldn’t wait to meet you, my first college roommate. But you never came. They eventually told me you’d wrapped yourself around a pole a few days before.

Jon H.

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For three days I thought you were among the dead. When I heard your voice on the other end, I cried buckets of relief. Weird how we lost touch after that. I think I’ll look you up.

Jeff Barone

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I was glad you came along, because with your plaid pants, thick glasses, and greasy hair, you took the dork spotlight off me for a while. At least I didn’t walk around going “Hoyahoyahoya” all the time.

Brian English

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Sorry, I’d spent years as the odd one out, and it had to be someone else’s turn for a while. And for what it’s worth, it didn’t help my cause at all. I was still a loser.

Miss Sinnott

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I didn’t mean any disrespect when I sang the Solo Meal commercial jingle at you that time. I was six. I thought it was funny. You made my first grade a living hell, and I hated you.

Roger

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I really enjoy the Gay Men’s Chorus concerts; I just wish tickets didn’t cost so much money. I mean, really, $20 is pretty steep. We should work something out in trade. Do you brew coffee at home?

Sherry

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I was really surprised when I first realized who you were, but it’s heartening to know that even the skinniest of us have succumbed to time and gravity. Granted, you had a baby, but still…I feel better.

Kyle

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You’ve told me about experiences that would have made anyone angry and bitter, but you’re like the nicest person ever. You’re one of those people that elicits a genuine, involuntary smile from me because you’re so positive.

Super High Meth Lady

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You had four teeth in your entire mouth, and your voice sounded like an old man’s. That was scary enough, but then you took off your sunglasses…holy shit, I’m going to have nightmares about you for weeks.

Detoxing Bible Lady

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You just sort of came out of nowhere, and now you’re a daily fixture. Usually you just sit quietly, reading and drinking water, but occasionally you’ll ask a question or – like today - comment on my sandwich.

L.W.

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I would never admit this to you because you might think I’m weird, but I’m alternately scared of and intrigued by you. You’re the epitome of cool, and beautiful in a strong, almost super-heroine kind of way.

Jack

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I feel bad that we got kind of a bumpy start, but I hope you were sincere when you said you’d put it behind us. I have trust issues when it comes to people in your position.

Alison K.

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I really liked working with you. And while I’m thrilled for you that you’re moving on to bigger and better things, I’m going to miss you and the grounded wisdom that made conversations with you so enjoyable.

Felice

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You’re the quintessential used car salesman. Polite on the outside, but pure smarm inside. I’m glad I didn’t give in to you. Really, though, who would want to buy a used car from a guy named Felice?

Dave V

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You’re scary. No wonder you’re successful at running a “Buy Here Pay Here” dealership. But seriously – $7000 for a 2001 Chevy with 104,000 miles that I couldn’t even test drive because it had a flat? No way.

Ken K. from Motor House

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It’s not that I didn’t appreciate your efforts, but the other place got me financed within 30 minutes. You took more than a day, and the best you could do was a lender who wanted a cosigner.

Matt K. at West-Herr Chevy

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There are not words to thank you for the strings you pulled to get me into this car. I mean, holy shit, you got me approved for a loan by GMAC. Do you walk on water, too?

Bob M.

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“Please buy from a reputable dealer, even if that dealer’s not us,” you told me. Well…I did. I’m interested to see how sincere you were when I tell you this tomorrow. Sorry. West-Herr had a better deal.

Lady who pointed out the coffee stain on my shirt

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Of course I knew there was a big, brown stain on my shirt. What a stupid question. I refrained from making a snide and inappropriate comeback about my “leaking colostomy bag,” but oh, I was so tempted.

James

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You freak me out because you look exactly like someone from my past. I’ve never really talked to you aside from passing greetings, and I’m sure you’re a great guy; I just can’t get past those eyes.

Joe

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We bonded initially over cigarette coupons that I gave you when I quit smoking. I used to think you were cocky, but you're actually very nice, and in reality I think you might be a little insecure.

Lady shopping with the ugly baby

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I know - it was rude of me to keep staring, and it’s certainly not the poor child’s fault, but every time we passed each other I just kept thinking of that Seinfeld episode with the ugly baby.

Jill

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When I make good on my intention to hang out more with your sister, I hope you’ll come along too. I want to talk to you without the pressure of seventeen cars behind you restricting the conversation.

Cece

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I need to hang out with you more. You seem like you would be a lot of fun to party with, and the few glimpses I’ve caught of you in that respect make me suspect I’m right.

Ethel

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Discovering that you’re #224’s mother definitely shed light on some things. No wonder she’s such a weirdo. I would be too if I’d grown up with you. I want to scream “JUST SHUT UP!” at you sometimes.

Tracy

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We’re not going to hire you. Ever. Stop asking. We have our reasons, including the fact that you’re “allergic to caffeine,” and we’re a coffee shop. Plus, decaffeinated does not equal caffeine-free, so you’re full of shit.

Sheila

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You used to work in the pharmacy, and now you’re a cashier. You said you “stepped down,” but my guess is they demoted you for being too weird to work with drugs. You give me the creeps.

Sharon

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I like talking to you; you’re a neat old lady. Plus it cracks me up how you scoop out the inside of your bagel and make a little trough for the cream cheese before you eat it.

Dr. Sara

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I like that you listen, although you hardly know me. I just feel comfortable around you because we’re the same age, and I kinda want to be friends. I think I’ll invite you to my next party.

Dan

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Sorry if you were insulted when I laughed at you, but get real. Your biceps are huge, your neck veins bulge, and you expect people to believe that you just got that way from lifting frozen foods?

Dianne

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Usually when a new person is talkative, it’s appreciated and welcomed. But you just rubbed me the wrong way with your incessant banal questions and proselytizing. Seriously, babe, we’re all doing the best we can right now.

Requiem for a car

Today I said my final goodbyes to my car. I know many of you are thinking "what a whacko" and wondering why the hell I seem obsessed with this piece of shit. Well, let me tell you.

When I bought the car, I did so on the heels of driving a series of embarrassments. There was the loud-as-hell Duster (who, actually, in her prime WAS a zippy little fun-to-drive car, but deteriorated rapidly into what's commonly known as "Old Plymouth Disease"). Before the Duster there was the Pontiac Sunbird Wagon that I paid $300 for and was held together with duct tape and spray paint, and had a driver's side door that didn't open from the inside. Before that was the Sentra that I crashed on Kimball Road my senior year of college. And before that...well, there was that glorious summer when I got to drive the GTO around town, wreaking havoc and striking fear in the hearts of my friends as I tore up the Southtowns in it, but it wasn't my car, so I can't really count it.

Anyway, when I bought my old red girl, it was a proud moment in my life. It was the nicest car I'd ever owned, and it was mine. To me it symbolized more than just a car. It symbolized my life as a grown-up, my "real" job, and the fact that I was now a card-carrying adult. Not only had I qualified for a loan for the second time in my life, but this time I'd qualified AND driven away with a car I was deliriously happy with. I remember the day I drove it off the lot, grinning from ear to ear. I think it took about three days before I could stop smiling. And I was one of those "watchers," you know, the people who can't help but watch their reflection in every plate glass window along their route.

At the insistence of my friend Gus, I had to name her. Other cars of mine had had names (the Duster was known as "Dusty" and the "Dustbuster" and the Sunbird was nicknamed "The Tank") but this car deserved something more dignified. She was thus crowned "The Red Baroness."

The Baroness, as she was more casually known, was my pride and joy. While there was nothing truly special or unique about her, I took pains to take care of her, washing and waxing every week, cleaning out the interior and doing little mini-details. Of course, if you know me you know that eventually I stopped doing that on a regular basis and often allowed the interior to resemble the inside of a Dumpster, but it didn't mean I loved her any less. In fact it was a testament to my love and familiarity with her that I filled her with my books, coffee cups, clothes, art projects, bank receipts, Mighty Taco bags, and water bottles.

In recent years she'd started to show her age. Her body was falling apart, but her mind and heart were still sharp. And when she would break down, I had a phenomenal mechanic who fixed her right up each time. Yes, I know I complained about her and the headaches she caused, but it was with the utmost endearment, much in the same way that people get frustrated with their elderly parents' failing faculties, or complain about their geriatric pets peeing on the carpet, or even bitch about the spouse they've been with for half a lifetime. I used to joke that I wanted someone to hit it in a parking lot so I could get a new bumper, but you know that old saying "careful what you wish for..." It's true. I certainly didn't want someone to LAND on the hood and render it a total loss, fercrissake. Sure, she had her issues, but I'd had her long enough (eight years!) to know which issues I could ignore and which ones needed to be addressed, and I felt comfortable and safe inside. Like an old lover, she was familiar, and most of all, she was mine. And no one can deny that that car had some fucking character.

So today was the final installment in the saga, and I turned the keys and the title over to the insurance company, took the plates off, and cleaned out all the stuff inside. I was amazed at some of the stuff I found, too. The original sale paperwork from the car dealership. Receipts from Chicago businesses. A letter from a boyfriend I had in 2001. A paystub from 2004. An earring I hadn't seen since I worked at Home Depot. And while I managed to stay pretty strong and not cry this time (I'd already done that a few times over the weekend, including the night I went and parked my rental car next to the shop yard and bawled my eyes out for a good 30 minutes), it was still very, very sad and bittersweet. I just loved that car. I know she was an old and tired hunk of junk, but she was MY old and tired hunk of junk.

It truly is the end of another era. Rest in Peace, Miss Red Baroness, wherever it is that totaled cars go to rest. And if someone picks you up at auction and fixes you back up, I hope they love you as much as I did.


P.S. May the fleas of a thousand camels infest the armpits of Robert Weymouth, Jr.

Al from Joslyn

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I bet you had no idea I was going to send your photo into menwholooklikekennyrogers.com. I probably would have won, too. I really wanted that belt buckle. Unfortunately, you fired me before I could get the photo.

WIVB Cameraman

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Must have been a slow news day, or maybe it was just because the accident happened right next to the studio. In any case, thanks for not putting me on TV. I looked really gross that day.

Guy who told me to "Have some consideration"

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He wasn’t hurt, and I knew that. You try coming out of a store and finding a Jeep on top of your car and see how YOU react, why don’t you? Fuck you and your consideration, asshole.

Halyna

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Okay, I know I’ve never met you, but I’m curious anyway – what the HELL were you thinking when you lent that guy your car? I mean, you obviously know him; did you not notice that he’s retarded?

Jean from State Farm

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You’re so consistently pleasant and helpful. Thanks for making me feel like a valued customer, and for softening the unpleasant task of paying car insurance. Oh, and thanks for hooking me up with that neat piggybank, too.

Cashier Pat

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I’m a little annoyed that my car got wrecked while you were explaining that whole Cradle Beach thing. If you’d just cashed me out and let me get out of there, I might have dodged that bullet.

Robert Weymouth, Jr.

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What the hell were you doing? Just how fast were you going? You really wrecked more than my car. I hope your insurance throws down, because if they don’t, you are SO buying me a new one.

Stinky Paul

211x365
Has it ever occurred to you that I disappear because your cologne is so offensive that I can’t wait on you? Dude, seriously. You give me an instant asthma attack with that shit. You're a health hazard!

Miles

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I keep running into you everywhere I go. I think it’s pretty funny, but we do just seem to have all the same friends. Thanks for keeping house music alive in Buffalo. I hope you’ll stick around.

Lauren

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It’s been five years since you stole that cash from my register to pay your plastic surgeon. So I wonder now that you’ve had some time with them – were your boobs really worth the criminal larceny record?

Dr. Cromwell

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Thirty-seven years ago today you pulled me out into the world. You were witness to a phenomenon – it was my due date, and it’d be the first and only time I’d ever not be late for anything.

Dee

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Who’d have known that all these years later I’d end up working for you? I’m grateful for having been given the opportunity and think it’s a great move for my burgeoning career. I hope I don’t disappoint.

Meg

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You’re really nice, but holy crap, would you PLEASE take it down a notch or five? No one likes to be upsold before their morning coffee, least of all by a high-pitched, bubbly cheerleader. And stop bouncing!

Bus Driver Ann

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Why do you keep losing passengers? I know it’s not really your fault that they wander off and disappear, but those stops were like the Bermuda Triangles of Greyhound. That’s why I stayed on the whole time.

John McCrea

204x365
Thanks for being so cool and gracious to my dorkiness. I’ve been a fan of your band for over ten years, but I’ve only gotten to see you play three times. Please play more East Coast shows.

Bob

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I’m jealous that you rollerblade so fearlessly, and you crack me up. Sometimes I wish it’d worked out differently with you and Chris, but things work out how they’re meant to, and I’m glad you’re still friends.

Robbie

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I caught a fleeting glimpse of you once and heard you a few times. Even when we were introduced you wouldn’t look at me, so I’ve no idea what you look like. No wonder Chris hates you.

Adam L.

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Yours is the most amazing transformation I’ve ever seen. And the fact that you did it without drugs or surgery blows my mind. But please do be careful with the newfound liberties – thin does not equal indestructible.

Duane Reade

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I don’t know you or if you’re even an actual person. Regardless, thank you for putting one of your stores in Port Authority station. At that moment, I'd never in my life needed duct tape so badly.

Bus Driver #2

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I don’t know if you were drunk, tired, or just a straight-up maniac, but more than a few times I was sure we were all going to die. Find a different job. You suck at this one.

Terry from Subway

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It’s nice having a fellow rat lover to talk to. It’s even nicer to have someone who loves rats AND gives me deals on food. Now if you could just hire some un-retarded help, that’d be awesome.

Stephanie

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I’m happy for you, but bummed that you’re leaving in what feels like the prime of getting to know you. I’ve especially enjoyed these last couple weeks – I never realized until recently how funny you can be.

Marianne

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Everybody thinks I’m being mean, but I honestly think you used to be a man. I’m not judging; I’m just sort of obsessively intrigued by the way your ultra-feminine dress is offset by your decidedly un-feminine physique.

Brock

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I'm glad you and John had a good laugh at my expense. I might be a fat chick, but you're a fat hairy dude with really awful fashion sense. What else should I’ve expected from a Cheesehead?

A.S.

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Not only does your voice make me want to stab forks in my ears, you’re also astonishingly dumb. I’d call you an airhead, but I think that’d be a compliment. I think vacuumhead would be more appropriate.

Junko

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I had $1700 in my hot little hands, and you were the first travel agent I found who actually acknowledged this fact. Not only that, you were polite, helpful, and accommodating with my questions, too. Arigato gozaimasu!

Bill Lusk

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I still remember the time you accidentally broke our basement window with the basketball. You were actually pretty cool, until you married Kathy. Then you just became a big pussy. Why did she call you “Nate,” anyway?

Uncle Eddie

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I got your birthday card today. It cracks me up that I haven’t seen you in 22 years but you still include money. You’ll always be Uncle Fun – and the guy responsible for launching my hippie phase.

Mr. O'Shei

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All I really remember about you is that gross stringy spitball when you talked. I ran into your son recently – he was five when you were my sixth grade teacher. He’s now 30. That blows my mind.

Mom (Happy Mothers' Day)

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Our relationship is kind of bizarre. There is so much about me you don’t know, understand, relate to, or appreciate - yet we pee ourselves laughing over stuff like enormous plastic gloves in the dollar store. Funny.

Marcus

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How unfair that I lusted after you for months, and then I got my chance and it sucked. Seriously. You were so hot, but you were awful in bed. Now I know why it’s called a crush.

Erica

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You’re one of my favorite customers because you’re nice, you’re cool, and you tip. I love how you always let us keep the dollar but take the twenty cents. What do you do with all those dimes?

C.B.

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I thought I was bad, but at least I care enough to try hard. You do understand that in the real world you’re going to have to actually show up to work and adhere to deadlines, right?

K.Q.

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I don’t not like you, but look; I’m big, loud, flaky, underemployed, and live in squalor most of the time. You’re an overdriven neat freak with traditional Asian values and no sense of humor. It’d never work.

S.F.

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I’m sorry you got left out, and I feel bad that your work won’t be seen. But at the same time I feel strangely better about myself, because for once I wasn’t the fuckup. Is that bad?

So Sue Me: Dr. Susan M.

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I really admire how you manage to skirt the issue of your own sexuality when discussing gender issues and family values. I think you’re way cool. The lesbian couple in the second row thinks you’re the bomb.

So Sue Me: Freshman Sue

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You were the quintessential Massatoilet Party Girl. That was nice of your parents to let us crash at your house after the Jerry Band fiasco weekend. You left after freshman year, I think to have a baby.

So Sue Me: Aunt Sue

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I know you’re not bad, and I feel like my family really put you through the wringer. In truth, I admire you for raising two decent kids and not letting the bullshit drive you off the edge.

So Sue Me: Target Sue

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I didn’t know what to do when you told me your mom died. I managed an "I'm so sorry," but I don't really know you well enough to hug you, although I felt afterwards like I should’ve.

So Sue Me: Sue T.

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I have a hard time believing you’re as awful as your kids say you are. I think you’re okay; you seem like any other typical middle-aged mom who just wants her grown children out of the house.

So Sue Me: Susan C.

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I liked you. I had lots of fun with you. I related to you. But my biggest mistake was confiding in you. I thought it was the start of a great friendship, but apparently you thought otherwise.

So Sue Me: Susan W.

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I call you “The Stepford Wife” because you’re so weirdly robotic and mechanical in your speech and mannerisms. It’s slightly disconcerting. You’re super nice and extremely polite, but it just feels forced, like you’ve been programmed.

Jody

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I like that we get along now, that you’re seeing things from my perspective, and that we commiserate about the bullshit. I wish you weren’t my superior; I think we’d have a lot of fun hanging out.

Harry K the Mary Kay Man

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You are an arrogant prick and proud of it. But I can’t possibly take you seriously, because not only are you a dickhead, you sell Mary Kay. You are a Mary Kay Man. Holy shit, that’s funny.

Alex

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I never knew if you were a masculine woman or an effeminate man, and your name didn’t help matters. But then you paid with a card and I figured it out. I’m wondering if maybe you’re reassigning.

Dr. O'Sullivan

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Wee little Irishman, I wish I’d found you sooner. You’re the best. Please don’t die or retire any time soon. I deserve a few years of decent medical care by a good doctor after what I’ve endured.

Yes, I realize everything sucks lately

Looking at the last couple weeks' worth of posts, most are written about people who've pissed me off in one way or another. Now, I'm pretty sure that most every blog-watcher on Planet Deedums knows me well enough to know that I get into these sorts of funky ruts where I seem to hate everyone and everything, but for those who don't know, my life right now is a veritable trainwreck. Because of such, I'm feeling a little barmy these days.

When I sit down to write my x365 post of the day, I usually write about the first random person who pops into my head. If my life at the moment is full of people who are getting on my nerves - whether as a result of their personalities or because of my mood at that particular time - they earn the dubious distinction of becoming "A-listers" of sorts, figures on the forefront of my saturated brain. Sometimes, in the interest of time conservation, I'll write out a few entries ahead of time. When this happens, I tend to "clump" the entries; one guy will earn an entry, and the next day his wife becomes my next victim. Or one customer gets written up and it spawns a string of customers over the next few days. And even if you don't suck all the time, chances are if you pop into my head during one of these funks, I'm not going to remember the Ratatouille corkscrew you gave me when my dog died, I'm going to remember how you stabbed me in the back. You see how my brain works?

So that's all I really wanted to say. I'm not as angry as I come across, and contrary to what the blog might make you believe, I don't hate everyone, just the ones who suck. I sure do get easily annoyed sometimes, and well, to know me is to love my sarcasm and my wry sense of humor (not everyone gets that, you know), and to understand that it's my therapy. Otherwise I'd lose my job and end up in jail. And that would suck.

Dr. Stachnik

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I thought Cornell churned out the best and brightest. You told me to treat Rosie with carbaryl powder, but when I looked for it, I discovered that it’s actually toxic to rats. Thank God for the Internet.

Kathy F.

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I saw you once, in passing. You’re much cuter and less matronly than I thought you’d be. Sometimes I wonder if you’re clueless about your husband’s indiscretions, or if you know but just don’t give a shit.

Lisa L (2)

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I remember feeling so bad for you when your girlfriend ran off with the kid. It had to have been difficult to be gay in such a small town. I hope you found happiness in bigger places.

E.S.

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You’re a really difficult read. I can never tell if you’re happy, sad, mad, upset, or just tired. Now I know what they meant when they said I was the same way. You make me really uncomfortable.

Tim S.

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It’s too bad your boyfriend is such a back stabber. You’re a fascinating guy, and I really liked how you did my hair. I’ll still recommend you, but I’m really gonna miss you. *Sigh* ... Back to Supercuts.

Ryan

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My back still hurts from the knife you stuck in it. Why did you do that to me? What did I do to deserve that, anyway? I lost a really good hairstylist in the package, too. Damn.

Scott

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I understand you felt slighted, but you flipped out so quickly, and in an angry flash one of my best friends was gone. What made it suck worse was that you did it when I was sick.

Terri

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Your grossly conspicuous public displays of affection only reinforce the theory that your husband is overcompensating for something. I disliked you slightly less than him until I saw you hit your dog. Now I detest you, too.

Bruce

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I detest you. I don’t know how else to put it. You talked to me once like I was stupid, and I’ve never forgiven you. Oh, and someone really should tell your wife you’re gay. Jerk.

Rose

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My first impression of you was not a favorable one at all. I mean, shit, all I did was ask a question about my bill. No need for you to get all agitated and preachy about it.

Northtown Mike

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You’re not a bad guy, and I’m sure you don’t even realize you’re doing this, but we all really wish you’d stop getting poop on the toilet seat every morning. We have to clean that, you know.

Americano Dave

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That dye job is awful and you’ve got this sort of pervy look about you. Your girlfriend is conspicuously absent most of the time, and when she comes in she’s wacked out. We think you’re drugging her.

CNA Rachel

160x365
Just some friendly advice: spend less time in the tanning booth and more time learning how to work that ear thermometer. And if you're going to work with asthma patients, you should probably lay off the perfume.

RT Alex

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Holy crap, are you happy! Not that I don’t appreciate the energy and enthusiasm you have for your job, but first thing in the morning while I’m choking down bad pancakes and rubber bacon...it’s a bit much.

Marta

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I feel like a heel for complaining, but I wish they would’ve put me in a room with someone not quite so sick. Still, you seem to be weathering your situation with grace, and I admire that.

Quick update on my crappy lungs

For those of you who don't already know, I have been trapped in the hospital since Monday night. I won't go into gross detail, but in a nutshell, my lungs took a giant crap and I came in with what they initually thought was pneumonia but turned out to be an acute case of bronchitis that exacerbated my asthma to the point where my lungs would not expand and I couldn't breathe. Yeah, it was scary.

So here I sit. I was hoping to get sprung today and be allowed to continue to recover at home, but it looks like that's not happening until tomorrow. My house, however, is a huge mess (like, remember those "before" pictures from the summer?) so I can't really have visitors...unless, of course, you feel like coming over to help me clean (since I can't really do much in the way of physical exertion for a few more days), hahahaha!

No, but really, while rest and relaxation are a big part of recovery, so is exercise. I have to get up and move around and prove that I can walk more than a few feet without the oxygen before they'll let me go home (because I don't want to bring an oxygen tank home with me - I just don't). So I've been up periodically throughout the night, taking the cannula off and doing spirometer exercises. My peak flows are still at about half of what they should be, but I'm getting better nonetheless.

So again, thanks to everyone who's come out and kept me company over the last couple of days and brought me goodies like Starbucks and orange soda and chocolates and much-needed health & beauty products and trashy magazines and especially to Sara who ventured forth into my abyssmal mess of a house to rescue my laptop and feed the pets - it's really meant a lot! This room can get pretty bleak and depressing, and having company has made a big difference. I'm still here for one more day, so come on by and join the party if you want. Sisters Hospital, room 427. Bring yer party hat!

Now back to our regularly scheduled blog...

Carla

157x365
Who knew mechanical engineers could be such fun? You’re wildly hilarious, incredibly interesting, and terrifically thoughtful. Getting to know you these past few months has been an absolute blast. Do stick around Buffalo for a while, okay?

Nurse Kathy

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You're obviously very new and very nervous, and you're way too happy. It's almost endearing how you keep dropping things and register embarrassment when you ask me about my bowel habits, but you should get over that.