Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.

A little history lesson for your holiday. Come on, you know you needed one!

On a totally different note, I’m headed out to do some last minute shopping today and here’s what I’m hoping to avoid: the full court press of salespeople. I was at a store the other day (won’t say what it was, but it rhymes with, oh, Lap) and I’m browsing. Totally happy, walking around looking. After about a minute or so, a salesperson walks by and says, “Hi there, how are you?” I say, “Fine,” and go back to what I was doing. Okay then. A second later, another salesperson walks by and says, “Can I help you find anything?” I say, “No, I’m just browsing.” She says, “Well, let me know if you need any help.” I nod, she walks away. Maybe a minute passes, and I pick up a shirt I’m considering trying on. Another employee appears and says, “Oh! I see you’ve got yourself a great shirt there! Do you want a dressing room?” I say—through clenched teeth—“No, I’m just looking right now.” I put the shirt down and dart around a jeans display, only to have the first salesperson pop out from behind some hats and say, “What can I help you find today? What are you looking for?” To which I wanted to say, “You can help me get the hell out of here before I KILL one of you.” (Just joking, of course. Sort of) The point is that I am a shopper. If I come in store, especially a clothing store, chances are I am going to buy something. So you don’t have to follow me, bug me, hover over me, or trail me. Just leave me alone and we’ll all be happy. Okay?



That’s two days in a row I’ve gone off on rants. What’s up with me? With that? I think I should have just stuck with Charles the mad. At least he had a GOOD reason to be to upset.

have a good day everyone! (and if you’re travelling, travel safely)