Exhibit F

I was at Michael's the other day (you know, the craft store). I was standing in line waiting to make my purchases. This older woman strolls up behind me with a toothpick protruding from the corner of her mouth (say it with me now: "This is going to be good," thought I). What I mean by she "strolled up behind me" is that she basically stood on top of me, close enough to make me uncomfortable, a legitimate breech of my space bubble. I kept expecting her toothpick to poke me in the back of the head. Luckily, it didn't. That would be SO sick.

Anyway, there were about 5 or 6 people ahead of me in line and you guessed it--one checker. I was in no particular hurry, but apparently my toothpick friend was because after the words: "Only one checker?! You've got to be kidding me!" very publicly spilled from her mouth, she taps me and says: "Hey, why don't you go over there?" OK, lady. What? Go where?! Go stand at the next checkstand in a line that doesn't exist because there is NO checker?! What you should have said, strange lady was:"Why don't you just leave because you're in my way and my needs are more important than yours?" You're joking me? Or, no, wait. You're serious. You seriously want me to go away so that you can move one space ahead of me in line. How about NO! How about you leave me alone and don't tap me again just to make a ridiculous request to a complete stranger and while you're at it, take that toothpick out of your mouth! Grrr. Some people. I simply looked at her like she was crazy, and POLITELY said, "No, I'm OK here, thank you" (I bit my tongue in this particular instance), and she didn't bother me again. Strange...very strange. Until next time ;)