On our way to lunch today my pal Macy was pretty vocal about how much she hates the little Saturn of hers we were tooling around in. Just like she is every day.
She’s all, “grumble, grumble rumble sassafrasss! I hate this car! Oh, and my husband lost my gas cap! Here I am, pregnant with twins and I’m driving around in a crappy Saturn without a gas cap! That cannot be safe!”
And I am all, “no way! Uh-huh, sister, that is some bad news! He can’t let you drive around like that! He better get on it.”
Because I am Macy’s biggest Yes Woman.
But then she turns to me and says something like, yeah, but that’ll take forever; I was thinking of stuffing an old rag in the hole for awhile, til I can get a new cap? Think that’ll do?
And so my usual "yes" kind of turned into something like: umm, yeah, great if you are looking to turn the Saturn into a Molotov Cocktail On Wheels, that’ll work just fine. Seriously, do you think it’s a good idea to give your already unsafe car a wick?
I mean. That just can’t be right?
Good news is, after lunch, I got most of the afternoon off. That worm blast virus thing has apparently changed names and resurfaced, spending a little time rooting around in our office network shutting down most of the PC’s.
No PC, no network, no work!
And all of those video editors and graphic people in the office who work on Macs and are constantly getting all smarmy about how Macs are superior in every way including the fact that Macs users never have to worry about viruses and nee-ner nee-ner nee-ner, Macs rule, PCs drool! talk?
Yeah, well, guess who didn’t get the rest of the afternoon off because their superior machiiiiines were not affected?
I am so twelve.
‘Cept I am a twelve year old drinking a beer on her afternoon off.
Happy weekend, all.