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fuzzybluemonkeys) wrote2005-12-09 06:12 pm
fuzzybluemonkeys) wrote2005-12-09 06:12 pm
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So maybe walking is just as uncheery
This morning:
Dear Princeton University,
Please invest some of the money your rich alumni give you into some salt. Because when that slushy stuff freezes, it ain't gonna be pretty.
Thanks!
Love,
Your Employee, Who Has No Problem Taking Workman's Comp Should She Slip On University Grounds
P.S. Please tell the dude who cut in line and got over way too early for the exit ramp that he cannot honk at me for trying to get over at the proper time when his entire rear window is obscured by snow! Way to be safe there, sunshine. And again, you're honking at me? You. Can't. See. Behind. You. We're all trying not to die in the icy slush and you're just being a jackass.
This afternoon/evening:
Dear Princeton University,
The tasteful pinches of salt you have artfully sprinkled around do not even come close to being barely adequate. You mean to tell me that you have enough truckloads of money to build a new school and a new library, but you cannot afford some salt? Because the alternative is that you smarty-geniuspants are too dumb to figure out that more salt means less slipping and falling and cracking open of the skulls of the smarty-geniuspants-in-training. And, you know, me.
Love,
Your Employee, Who Does Not Have A Problem Trudging Through Snow And Slush, But Prefers Not To Ice-Skate To Her Car
Dear Princeton University,
Please invest some of the money your rich alumni give you into some salt. Because when that slushy stuff freezes, it ain't gonna be pretty.
Thanks!
Love,
Your Employee, Who Has No Problem Taking Workman's Comp Should She Slip On University Grounds
P.S. Please tell the dude who cut in line and got over way too early for the exit ramp that he cannot honk at me for trying to get over at the proper time when his entire rear window is obscured by snow! Way to be safe there, sunshine. And again, you're honking at me? You. Can't. See. Behind. You. We're all trying not to die in the icy slush and you're just being a jackass.
This afternoon/evening:
Dear Princeton University,
The tasteful pinches of salt you have artfully sprinkled around do not even come close to being barely adequate. You mean to tell me that you have enough truckloads of money to build a new school and a new library, but you cannot afford some salt? Because the alternative is that you smarty-geniuspants are too dumb to figure out that more salt means less slipping and falling and cracking open of the skulls of the smarty-geniuspants-in-training. And, you know, me.
Love,
Your Employee, Who Does Not Have A Problem Trudging Through Snow And Slush, But Prefers Not To Ice-Skate To Her Car
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