Pet Peeves

PP: The mysterious black dust that fell from the ceiling on to my papers at work today. I have a feeling it wasn't good for me.
 
PP: Not being able to get any decent fast food (please hold the oxymoron observations) around here because the economy is so red hot and high-paying jobs so readily available that the service industry can't fill enough positions (even with Taco Bell, et al, paying $10/hour) to get me a taco in under 30 minutes.
 
Back
Top