Tumor Talk
I'm in Birmingham, Michigan now (near Detroit), blogging via Wi-Fi from the Woodward Avenue Starbucks, where I am displeased to report that a woman is shouting into her cell phone, at length, about her tumor! In case you're interested, her tumor's gone for now, but she has to get checked often to make sure it doesn't come back. I'll spare you the rest. (Wish I'd been so lucky.) Amazing, huh? I mentioned something to some man near me about "the girl talking really loudly on her cell phone about her tumor," and she gave me the death glare. Misplaced, of course. The way I see it: "Hey, honey, don't blame me. I didn't give you cancer -- or the damn cell phone. But your mama should have given you a lesson in The (high-tech) Golden Rule -- 'Don't Shout Unto Others Unless You Want Them Blogging About Your Rude Ass!'"
Where was her tumor?
Lena at December 7, 2003 10:23 PM
Lena: "Where was her tumor?"
Apparently in that part of the brain that controls common sense.
Patrick at December 10, 2003 5:01 AM
Many years ago, I volunteered weekly at a children's hospital. One patient I really loved was a 12-year-old girl who'd been hit by a car, the impact of which damaged the part of the brain that's responsible for social inhibition. This formerly mild-mannered adolescent was running around screaming "motherfucker, motherfucker, cunt, cunt, cunt." Little did I know that I was being prepped for a friendship with our beloved Advice Goddess!
Lena at December 11, 2003 8:11 AM