Just Once In My Life, I'd like ...

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I'm a little tipsy so keep rhat in mind as I ask, wouldn't it be cathartic when one is out in publix to, for one tme, say exactly what one was thinking? Such as...if one was at a drive in hamburgwr joint,the old-fashioned kind with carhops, and their sign said turn your blinkers on for service. When what they really meant was turn on your hazards, and when they fussed at you for turning on your blinkers,which in actuality one cannot turn on but One blinker at a time, one might yell at them in an uncharacteristically condescending tone explaining the differnce between blinkers and hazards?
How's that for the mother of all run-on sentences? By the way, this scenario was merely a figment of my imagination brought about by a sign I read at such a joint and in no way reflects the genuine stupidity of said burger joint or of the author of this email.
I fantasize about having the freedom to express, just once in my life, my negativity unfiltered.

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  1. AnonymousMarch 15, 2009 at 7:06 PM

    For the sake of my anal-retentive attention to grammatical details, please proofread your posts! (I'll let this one slide, because you did put the disclaimer up that you were tipsy.) You're so funny.

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  2. A Single Middle-Aged WomanMarch 17, 2009 at 12:32 PM

    I left it that way on purpose for emphasis. What I failed to disclaim
    in my discourse was that I typed that email sans bifocals whilst
    driving.

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