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A Scream

When I was younger I had the temper to match my hair color. I am not even kidding. I inherited this pleasant trait from my…oh, well, I won’t say. As I’ve gotten older I seem to have mellowed, but to be perfectly honest, I really haven’t. I’ve just learned to suppress it when it bubbles up.

Tonight the dryers in the laundry room at my apartment complex and I had a bit of an altercation, that is, I gave them money to do things but they did not. Then I gave them more money and still they laughed at me. I’ll admit that I couldn’t really take it. It bubbled over. Doors were slammed and things were thrown.

All over $2.50!


5 Comments

Oh come on! Tell the story where Dad just tapped you while you were leaning over screaming and you fell down a hill! Good times. I wasn’t even born yet and I remember it fondly.

Posted by Emma on 20 April 2007 @ 12am

Ooooooo! Tell that one!

Posted by Shaun on 20 April 2007 @ 2pm

Bet it would be funny to be a fly on the wall during your mini breakdown.

Posted by gravesit on 20 April 2007 @ 8pm

SORRY…….

Posted by Your mom on 22 April 2007 @ 12pm

Maybe you should rough ‘em up a bit, show those dryers who’s boss.

Posted by Sarah on 26 April 2007 @ 2pm