I have pretty much met only nice people here in
paradise. I like to think that I bring out the best in people and they
would be put upon to show their evil side when confronted on the beach with a
"Good morning" or "It's a beautiful day". Most people
respond to a smile with a smile. Sometimes their smile actually means
"Fuck off, I'm relaxing in paradise!", but mostly a smile is just a
smile.
Of course like everywhere else there are a certain number of fucktards that can bring clouds out on a sunny day. These are the people whom the death penalty should be reserved for. I worked at the Post Office and I think I would be safe in saying that it was a wonderful job. There were those days of course but they were few and far between. I was always amazed at the number of grouchy pricks that were drawn to the Postal Service. You couldn't win with these people.
One couple just had a negative view of life. While the husband was parking the car, the wife would come in and say “Jesus! Look how heavy the mail is! It'll be dark by the time I get home." The hubby would then come in and say "Jesus! Look how heavy the mail is! It'll be dark by the time I get home." The next day they would come in and she would complain about how light the mail is and how we will pay for it tomorrow. Of course her hubby would say the exact same thing. I always wondered what kept them from driving off of a cliff together. Probably one cliff would be too high and the other would be too low. It's hard to find a Goldilocks cliff.
Today I was walking along a path beside the highway. No one really walks here, they drive, amble and some few bike. The path was designed for bikes I guess but it was/is hardly used. Normally when I am walking along a path in Alberta, if a cyclist approaches me I will wave or wish them a good day and they will respond with a nod, smile or a wave. The pricks I passed today didn't even acknowledge my existence. I could understand if they were involved in a Tour de Maui or they were acing to the nearest clinic because their testicles a small to large turtle attached. Maybe if they were being pursued by the Maui Mafia.
Anyways, they were pricks and I shouldn't let them harsh my mellow. I am after all lounging in paradise while you...aren't.
Of course like everywhere else there are a certain number of fucktards that can bring clouds out on a sunny day. These are the people whom the death penalty should be reserved for. I worked at the Post Office and I think I would be safe in saying that it was a wonderful job. There were those days of course but they were few and far between. I was always amazed at the number of grouchy pricks that were drawn to the Postal Service. You couldn't win with these people.
One couple just had a negative view of life. While the husband was parking the car, the wife would come in and say “Jesus! Look how heavy the mail is! It'll be dark by the time I get home." The hubby would then come in and say "Jesus! Look how heavy the mail is! It'll be dark by the time I get home." The next day they would come in and she would complain about how light the mail is and how we will pay for it tomorrow. Of course her hubby would say the exact same thing. I always wondered what kept them from driving off of a cliff together. Probably one cliff would be too high and the other would be too low. It's hard to find a Goldilocks cliff.
Today I was walking along a path beside the highway. No one really walks here, they drive, amble and some few bike. The path was designed for bikes I guess but it was/is hardly used. Normally when I am walking along a path in Alberta, if a cyclist approaches me I will wave or wish them a good day and they will respond with a nod, smile or a wave. The pricks I passed today didn't even acknowledge my existence. I could understand if they were involved in a Tour de Maui or they were acing to the nearest clinic because their testicles a small to large turtle attached. Maybe if they were being pursued by the Maui Mafia.
Anyways, they were pricks and I shouldn't let them harsh my mellow. I am after all lounging in paradise while you...aren't.
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