Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Tight quarters

Oh - and to the guy sitting at the table next to me... I do not need your junk in my face everytime you need to walk by. There's a ton of room in front of and behind me. No show please.

Merry Christmas.

1 comment:

Lucy Autrey Wilson said...

Sounds like someone needs to be tucked in bed instead of out in public. I hope your germs don't multiply after getting stomped on by a multitude of cold, crabby, cranky Christmas-stressed-out people.