Friday, October 24, 2008

Friday- Mystery Guest Post #6

This blogapalooza is just rollin' right along. Since I wrote this before I left... I wonder if anyone's reading these and if anyone's guessing and if anyone's guessing right and if I will fall asleep on the road since I'm driving for 12 hours in the morning, but will be staying up until 3AM to pack since my ass is still on the computer and it's midnight... Wow, before blogging, I don't remember vacations being so stressful!

The Mystery Guest Poster for today is a little stressed, too, it seems. A little vent up anger is always good for the soul. And a guest post... so who do you think it is?

Mystery Guest Post #6

I have a bone to pick with someone.

It's not you, Gym-owner-guy, for only running sales in January, and only
for new sign ups. You could give a crap about me, or my waistline, or my

And it's not you, Oil-change-guy, for trying to sell me on $100 bucks
worth of stuff I don't need. How could you know I'm not dumber than I look?

It's not you, either, manicure-lady. I really don't care to hear what a
spoiled brat I am, so the fact that you are speaking in tongues is just
fine with me.

And it is DEFINITELY not you, Mr.-Doctor-Man, for keeping me waiting 7o
minutes over my scheduled appointment time, taking one look at my
problem, and telling me to see a specialist. I'm confused...Is your
degree in Co-Pay collection, or patient room exit strategies?

No, each of you I have come to accept for your assitude.

The person I am most pissed at today is Mr.-Greeting-Card-Manufacturer.
The guy that chose to package Christmas greeting cards in boxes of eighteen.

Fucking eighteen.

Who the fuck picks a number like 18? 20 was outside the realm of your
consciousness? 15 made you feel like some cheap bastard?

I tell you what. If you are banking those other two cards, or putting
them in another package knowing that I'll be forced to buy one more, you
can go straight to hell. I am boycotting Christmas, and you can take
those last two cards, roll 'em up real tight, and JAM 'em. You just
saved me 20 stamps.

Happy Holidays, tree killer. I'm gonna have Shirley MaClaine hand
deliver mine.
Mystery Guest Post #6


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Legal Diva said...

I'm still here Tena... and I'm sure not the only one.

My guess is Cheryl at the Daily Blonde. I could be wrong, but I've got to make a decision sometime.

Hope your vacation went well! Can't wait to hear about your adventures. :)

Diva said...

I'm here... but I don't know a damn soul... so I can't guess...

However, when you get back, I'd love to know who it was. Because a woman with that much anger and sarcasm is a woman after my own heart.

Deb said...

I think it is Happy Hour Sue. Whoever it is, is completely right. Greeting card manufacturers suck.

DJane said...

I can't wait to find out who wrote all these great posts. I have no idea who everyone is so can't guess.

Dawn@Embracing the Ordinary Life said...

I'm pretty sure I'm 0-0 in know who anyone is...but I have to say liky you...

Insane Mama said...

We are all here!! Loving the mystery blogger thing. No clue who this is, but I was cracking up!

PS I changed my url, so when you announce who is the mystery blogger. Can you say insane mama who is now THANKS! Hope the trip is going well

Anonymous said...

I think I'll guess Happy Hour Sue, too, but only because I think I have yet to guess at all. Regardless, I'm so with you. 18 is the dumbest quantity ever. So is 8 (think invitations, plates, etc. for a birthday party - same deal, right?). I did photo cards online - you can order any quantity you want.

jill jill bo bill said...

I vote Cheryl as well. That is too funny!

jill jill bo bill said...

Wait! Now that i have read the comments, I am saying Mariah. Cheaters never win. I know.

Susan in the Psych Ward said...

McMommy has already ordered her cards... she blogged about it.... I'm guessing Cheryl at the Daily Blonde, too... just sounds like her... it's a compliment, Cheryl... take it as such!

Eudea-Mamia said...

I'm going with jill jill bo bill - you're just trying to throw me off with that switcheroo thing.