So this is the prototypical example of everything wrong with my life and my world:
I walk into the post office, set down a package, and say "priority mail, please; nothing's fragile, liquid, perishable, caloric, or depressing," and the clerk glares back at me with unbridled seething hatred.
I didn't expect peals of uncontrollable laughter or comped return-receipt. But, Jesus. Those who decline to follow scripts - who try to relieve boredom by injecting surprise and humor - are inevitably punished for our efforts. No wonder everything's so boring, unsurprising, and humorless!
My ideal epitaph: "The World was Margaret Dumont"
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- Einstein's Self-Image
- Using iPhone as a Bedside Clock
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