You Too Can Be An Idiot!

To quote the almighty Dr. Evil:

Why must I be surrounded by friggin' idiots?

No. No new SIA stories and rants. The internship is over and I have already finished my joyful hours of happydancing. -After I took the medication, it suddenly didn't appear to be as danceworthy anymore

However, there's plenty of other idiots. Sure, there might be people who think I am a moron, too. At least I don't argue with my boyfriend/husband/weird elderly creep who I call my aquintance but who is really my secret oldfatguy-fetish-satisfation (okay, I grossed myself out with that one) ... where was I? Yeah, I don't argue with... someone else across the whole supermarket. The topic: canned soup The overall theme of this particular argument: Is there caraway seed in the canned Lentil Soup? Now, some might find this is the Ultimate Question about Life, Universe and Everything. (it's not, I checked: Is there Caraway Seed in the Lentil Soup? - 42 ... Doesn't work!) Others might simply hate Lentil Soup. I, for one, merely tried to concentrate on which sandwich would be Sandwich du jour on this stormy Friday afternoon. Impossible with two people "entertaining" a whole supermarket with their faulty grammar and screeching voices. For half a minute I did muse about the probability of their bodies never being found buried in the mostly ignored bags of frozen Brussel Sprouts.

They ended up buying Potato Soup which definitely does have caraway seed in it. Perverts! But, seriously, where's the Soup Nazi when you need him?

No Soup For You!