As I walked to work I mentally composed this post. It was to be full of rage and bile; hatred spewing forth. Red in tooth and claw. There was to be angry words, four-lettered ones at that, screams of frustration.
And all because of those free newspapers.
Well, more to do with the way the giver-outers of the newspapers have developed the habit of stepping slightly into your path and forcing you to swerve to avoid smashing in to them. I’ve no problem with ignoring the “Free morning Metro” pleas. I don’t read them so I see no point in taking them. I don’t want one and that is that.
So I intended to moan and gripe and bitch about them and the annoyance that they are. I mean, if I wanted a paper I’d take one, right? So you getting in my face is really not going to have any impact, unless, of course, I smack you on the nose. That’d have an impact.
That was to have been the subject of my blog today. Fucking free-newspaper-giver-outers and their irritating ways. But then I got to work. And it was lovely and quiet. Most of the exams are over, the students are gone away, and there was cake. And now I have a lovely cup of tea, and lo, all is right with the world again.
I know what you are thinking, that the post title is to do with the road I walk to work, and I suppose it is, a little, but it fits even more, on account of the whole good intentions, and the intent I earlier had. Man, i is a fricking genius.
Or just lame. Either works. Tags: annoyances, free stuff, fucktard, Metro, rant mode
