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?

Okay.

*sigh*

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)