Open Rant......Pissed off, Again

An open rant, again, to all of those who have pissed me off the last couple of weeks:

Let's begin with the ditzy, young blonde girl at the Spanish restaurant:

"Do you have an accent?" (she asks me this) "Not that I am aware of," I answer. But, thank you for noticing that I don't speak like you. ( I am thinking this to myself and out loud to Sweetie). I don't talk like a typical California, Valley Girl. I don't find this manner of speak cute, amusing or in anyway flattering. Everything spoken sounds like a question. It's kinda hard to explain. But's it's this "up-speak" sing song tone that sounds like one perpetual question. See the movie, "Clueless." As if?!

Oh, and btw......water comes at the beginning of a meal, or better yet........as you seat me. Not at the end when I have purse and keys in hand and am ready to vacate this wonderful dining experience. Same goes for the salad I ordered. I know Italians eat salad at the end of a meal, but here in America, we eat it first. I know you work for a Spanish restaurant and kinda similar to Italian, but still..........you are about as "Spanish" as I am. Salad first.........entree.......second.

Just curious........? Did you find the $100 bill that blew away from you because you could not figure out that we were sitting outside and that we have sea breezes at night and perhaps you should have held on to it instead of just letting it blow? Yeah, I know......not your problem, you don't own the cafe. And not like you will make this your life-long career. I am sure rocket science or neurosurgery is what you are really trying to persue.

Oh, yuppie, rude dude at Safeway. Was that a request to go ahead of me in line because you were running late to the movies? It sounded more like a statement. Even the checker picked up on that. Your candy bars were on special but she didn't tell you that part because of your rudeness. I know. Your time and interests are a hell of a lot more important than mine. Just wishing maybe one of those peanuts from your Snickers bar got lodged in your throat. I bet you are one of those movied goers that leaves your cell phone on during the show. Self absorbed, yuppie, asshole!

Landlord:

Last time I looked, I still run a Caffe` and pay you rent, at least through the end of the month. Why is my Caffe` looking more like a laundermat? Get your filthy, dirty clothes out of here! What? You secretly wash them in my basin at night? And your actors??????? Tell them to dump their garbage! I am so sick of cleaning up after these slobs who can not act their way out of a bag! And?" I am so not paying the electrical bill this month! Damn, Caffe is hotter than hell but yet the "Theater" is so nice and comfortably cool for all the blue hair theater goers. No way!

Kids:

You want to be treated like adults? Act like adults! Or, at least more adult like. There is a ton of food in this house........if I am running late and you need something to "tie you over" until dinner? Figure it out! Don't call me and ask me to order you a pizza! To hell with that! And? Go clean up after your dog! I hate flies.........I've just started liking the dog, after six years....don't make me start regressing! Clean up after his destructive ass! It's your damn dog!

We won't even mention your rooms, the bathroom and all other places you mess up. Why clean this house? It only stays clean about 20 minutes on a good day. And quit using so many glasses! You would swear I ran a cafe out of my house with the amount of glasses left in the sink.

And? Boy#2???????? You must always carry your permit while driving. Especially and not limited to: When you are with your driving instructor. Don't make him come all the way back to our house because you forgot your permit. Duh! He already thinks we are nut jobs. First lesson: You forgot and were 20 minutes late. Second lesson: You forgot your permit. Third and final lesson: You were late, again!

Boy #1???????? Life is not all about your hair/image! Get over yourself! It will be very interesting when you go work for someone other than your mother. You will no longer "get" to be late (because of your hair). Those 20 minute, jack my computer breaks? That, too will be history! A free lunch? Yeah, that too........history. Maybe, just maybe........you will appreciate me just a tad more.

I am sure I can go on......I won't, promise. I am sure I will have more pissed off rants in the next few days. I need to go pack up my caffe and serve a few last lunches. Today is the last day. Sad? Yeah, but I am moving on.........And? Going out of town TONIGHT! Yes! The Wine Country, ocean and Tower of Power are all calling my name. I can hear it.......shhhh, listen......"Angie, you're going to have a great time. Perhaps, you will get lucky and lose your cell phone. Those boys can call their dad, for once. Let him deal with them. Just enjoy yourself!"

See, I told you. They are calling my name.

Ciao e tutti and have a great weekend!
Angie