One evening on the bus one man went into a rant over the fact that the local grocery store has the aisles identified in Spanish as well as English. sigh.
The Great Write Way, Act Three: Where's the gun?
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Hubby will go off when public events have people who don't speak English have interpreters when addressing the group. "Is there an interpreter for the Vietnamese person? How about the Bengali person? Or the Latvian!" Hubby has weird racism issues that haven't borne close inspection. To his minimal credit, he'd probably be just as obnoxious about English/French signs near Quebec. Or German/English signs in Germany (but then he knows German).
One evening on the bus one man went into a rant over the fact that the local grocery store has the aisles identified in Spanish as well as English.
I've had family members complain about this too. I tend to appeal to capitalism and suggest the store is just doing what they think will help the bottom line.
I'm on the cusp of finishing chapter two. I'm all excited about it since chapter three brings two pivotal characters into the story.
Go, Gud!
ION, does any have a spare flamethrower I can borrow?
::checks cabinet::
Um... nope. No flamethrower. Have Bertha, the Big Black Baseball Bat. Whassup?
Propane torch? Log splitter? Sledgehammer?
I just have an Axe, his name is Alex.
Publishing nastiness. I'm ... in that OMG I HATE YOU YOU CRAZY FUCKS place right now.
I think only a rocket launcher will do, honestly.
We could build a catapult!