Things seen and mis-seen

[captainsblog]

At the gym: a guy wearing a serious amount of ink, both graphic and textual, the highlight of the latter section being a block-lettered tat reading

PEOPLE=SHIT

Wow. I have my share of bad days, but somehow I've gone almost half a century avoiding any desire whatsoever to have my darkest opinions of humanity permanently scarred onto my right forearm.

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In the grocery just now: dispatched to the dairy section to furnish Emily with the cream cheese for her bagels which she neglected to put on the Eleanor-filled grocery list when she listed the latter (figuring Mom would just know, right?)- a number of products purporting to be something called RANCH DIP, but which I, in a fit of dyslexia and cross-association, managed to read, on more than one different package, as ROACH DIP.

Unlike the roach motel, critters check in and they do check out, only with high cholesterol.

Comments

[luckycee.livejournal.com]

Whenever I see a stupid tattoo I always think, "Well, there's a fellow who'll be very popular in the nursing home someday."

[headbanger118.livejournal.com]

Wow...ink dude must have really been having a bad day when that tat was done. Thank God I've never had even half of my opinions on the world and its people inked on me. Of course, rather than endure hours of pain, I'm more likely to just tell people what I think. It's cheaper, too.

Roach dip. Sorry, I'm not ready to be that organic yet.