Subject: Things That Will Make You Crazy
From: Unicorn (unicorn@indenial.com)
Date: Sat Nov 24 2001 - 02:27:21 EST
"Things That Will Make You Crazy"
You have to try on a pair of sunglasses with that
stupid little plastic thing in the middle of them.
The person behind you in the supermarket runs
his cart into the back of your ankle.
The elevator stops on every floor and nobody
gets on or off.
There's always a car riding your tail when you're
slowing down to find an address.
You open a can of soup and the lid falls in.
It's bad enough that you step in dog poop, but
you don't realize it till you walk across your
living room rug.
The tiny red string on the Band-Aid wrapper
never works for you.
There's a dog in the neighborhood that barks
at EVERYTHING.
You can never put anything back in a box the
way it came.
You drink from a soda can into which someone
has extinguished a cigarette. (Yuck!)
You slice your tongue licking an envelope.
Your tire gauge lets out half the air while you're
trying to get a reading.
A station comes in brilliantly when you're
standing near the radio but buzzes, drifts
and has fits every time you move away.
There are always one or two ice cubes that
won't pop out of the tray.
You wash a garment with a tissue in the
pocket and your entire laundry comes out
covered with lint.
The car behind you blasts its horn because
you let a pedestrian finish crossing.
A piece of foil candy wrapper makes electrical
contact with your filling (or braces).
You set the alarm on your digital clock for 7pm
instead of 7am.
The radio station doesn't tell you who sang that
song.
You rub on hand cream and can't turn the
bathroom doorknob to get out.
People behind you on a supermarket line dash
ahead of you to a counter just opening up.
Your glasses slide off your ears when you
perspire.
You can't look up the correct spelling of a word
in the dictionary because you don't know how
to spell it.
You have to inform five different sales people
in the same store that you're just browsing.
You had that pen in your hand only a second ago
and now you can't find it.
You reach under the table to pick something off
the floor and smash your head on the way up.
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