Dear People Who Serve Me Food,

For the next couple weeks, at least, please don’t ask me “how [I’m] doing.” I understand you’re trying to be nice, but do you really care how I’m doing? I know I sincerely don’t care about your disposition — however, my knee jerk reaction is to ask you the same thing.

Hypocritical, I know, but let’s look at the flip side. I could tell you how I feel, and you can uncomfortably stand there while I spew about my life. Uncomfortable not only because you don’t care, but also because that medium pepsi’s been full for like 2 minutes now, and there’s still no good segue into finding out if I want fries with my burger.

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Published:
07.26.06 / 12pm
Category:
me, thoughtstream, bitching