Guy waiting in dentist's office next door leaps over kid's head

"Candy, candy, candy, candy, candy..."

I admit, I have candy on the brain, because I have everything for my Secret Santa and just need to stop at Trader Joe's on the way home to get some candycandycandy (and their version of Oreos -- Trader Jo-Jos -- that have peppermint cream filling) and I can send out the package.

I had half of an eggnog shake from Jack in the Box. It almost negated all of my angst from the trip I had to make to the post office.

I so want a kickman at my beck and call.

But the printers just sent me wine. That'll do. For now.

It almost negated all of my angst from the trip I had to make to the post office.

I didn't get angst from my trip to the post office. I got distain. There were these feeelthy hipster late teen boys. Why can't they wash their hair? Why are their jeans so tight as to make blobs of flesh ooze over the waist when these are rail thin boys? When was the last time he washed that jacket? Can't they even try to look like they don't smell?

Why are their jeans so tight as to make blobs of flesh ooze over the waist when these are rail thin boys?

To average out the guys whose waistbands are nearer their knees than their hips.

But the printers just sent me wine. That'll do. For now.

Man, all I get out of my printer is stupid paper.

To average out the guys whose waistbands are nearer their knees than their hips.

Except! Except! One of them had his too tight jeans belted practically under his ass. He was doing both!

I just don't get it. There had obviously been effort made to look that gross.

Trader Jo-Jos -- that have peppermint cream filling

These sound gooooood.

There had obviously been effort made to look that gross.

They're probably rebelling against their parents, or the establishment, or whatever kids rebel against these days.

There had obviously been effort made to look that gross.

You sound like my mother. Sadly, I'm the sort of person more likely to end up as mutton dressed like lamb than to properly excoriate the fashions of the young these days. Balance. All about it.

Speaking of the young, one of the younger students asked me "Does he want us to vacillate between right and left kicks?" The answer she wanted asidee, I almost ended up betting $10 with her that vacillate wasn't the right word, since it comes with baggage of uncertainty.

The lead instructor was completely unsurprised at me ducking out of class when I explained what was up. I presented the student with a highlighted Merriam Webster definition printout, and chick owes me a buck.

Some people have no idea who they're dealing with.