Ain’t Nobody Got Time For Meter Maids
Let’s face it. Monday is awful. In an effort to band together and defeat the monster that is Monday, we unload our weekend gripes, clear our conscience, and declare Ain’t Nobody Got Time For That!
Julie has a few words for the meter maid ticketing cars parked around Klyde Warren Park during the Purple Stride pancreatic cancer walk on Saturday. She flashed Julie the biggest smile like the cat that got the cream. You might have hit the jackpot of expired meters, but the cars you were ticketing are there to support those with pancreatic cancer. Many of the people in attendance weren’t just walking for loved ones lost to pancreatic cancer, but they were carrying loved ones sick and in wheelchairs. While you’re flashing that Kool-Aid smile and making your ticket quota, you might want to look out for the karma that is going to pay you back for targeting a cancer walk. Ain’t Nobody Got Time For That!
John is tired of all the random milk spots. His 18-month-old son Grayson has gotten to where he likes to shake his milk cup all over the place. John is constantly telling him to keep the cup on the table, but the second he turns his back, the cup is gone and there’s another milk spot to clean up. It always seems like once he has one spot cleaned up, there’s another to clean up in its place. Ain’t Nobody Got Time For That!
Tony had a run in with a snarky paint counter clerk at a local home improvement store. When someone hands you a paint sample that they want to try out in their house, don’t interrogate them and ask if they are sure they want this color through their entire home. While Tony has respect for your chemical codings and mixing skills, he didn’t come to you for interior decor advice. Just mix the paint so he can be on his way. Furthermore, there is no need to throw out snarky comments about how you’re sure you’ll see Tony again later in the afternoon for another color. Ain’t Nobody Got Time For That!
Here is what you told us you ain’t got time for this morning!