Big Ol' Rant

rant-rant-rant-rant-rant-rant-rant-rant-rant

Grocery store. Me in line; clerk I've said Hi to for years now.

Me: Hi, how are things with you?

Clerk: [three-minute graphic description of her new cat's bowel movements:]

Me [thought-balloon:]: *let's not ask that question of anyone again ever*

Have I become hyper-fastidious in my old age, or was I just working on a story the day they changed the rule about what is Too Much Information? Is this an effect of blogging? Of Reality TV? Of Jack Black and Ada...