It Is Not My Thong
There is so much material to cover, so many things to talk about and so little time. I could mention the lad who banned me from him blog, accused me of being nasty, threatened his posters with the same banning and asked all to be nice and then began his post by calling me a name. I love hypocrisy, it is so rich.
Or I could discuss in more detail my feelings about the coming days but I think that post should be separate and I need to consider it for a bit longer. There is always politics, but I don’t think that I am up for that. Instead I want to call your attention to something else that irritates me.
Yes, I said thongs. I recognize that many people think of them as being sexy and I admit that on some people they are, but out in the public on the average person they just bother me.
I see them in a variety of places, women who are waist challenged they fail to pull up their pants intentionally or otherwise and all you see is a string. And then there are the others around town. Usually I encounter them in stores. I am walking down the aisle scanning it for products I need and there is someone bent over and I get to see far more of them then I want.
It is as bad as being forced to see the derriere of the stereotypical plumber or appliance repairman.
If I had my way I would extract my silly revenge by photographing these people and uploading their pictures onto the net, but who has that kind of time and what would it really matter anyway.