Where's me keys?

Pulled into the local mega-mart today to do some grocery shopping.  I got a decent spot, and was walking along, when I saw a little Micra (musta been a 00 reg) pull up near the mother and baby spots, hesitate, and then pull in.  

When the 50 (no, no, just to piss her off, I'll say she was 65) ish woman got out of the car, I said "You know that's a mother and baby space?"  "Oh, is it?  Must change that...." and she floated away.

Fecking cow.  No baby seat, nothing.  So, an hour later when I come out, she's still there.  Resisting the urge to key her car, I go back to mine, grab some paper and write something along the lines of "You wouldn't park in a handicapped spot, would you?  Have some respect!"  

She's probably a mother, as well.  And can remember all the crap about hauling kids to the shops.  I think she's like someone else's mother, who thinks she's entitled to all that she gets, and more.  Bitter.

I shoulda keyed her car.

I guess I'm a crotchety old b...

I hatehatehate text speak.

No, seriously.  I loathe it.  People who do textspeak to me become a lower class.  For heaven's sake, the phones have predictive text...USE IT.  And if you text speak in an EMAIL?!?!  What the hell is your problem?  I've seen posts on blogs (in teh comments) that are in textspeak.  If you are smart enough to have typed in the freaking web address, you're competent enough (barely) to type in full words.  Not like typing is a skill you need these days or anything.  Will the world end if you have to take two extra minutes to type full words?  I think not.

Lazy c*nts (as Twenty would say).

I was in a conversation about this on my private blog about a year ago, and got some comments that things like SOS, SWALK, etc were the text speak of their day.  Yes, I can see that.  But there are very few acronyms that can counter the insane way that textspeak is being used.

OwowowowowoOOOOWWW

Dear Mr. Produce Person:

When I ask you for sweet peppers and you say "Yes, right here.", I mean SWEET PEPPERS.  Even when I double check and you say "Yes, sweet ones."....

I DON'T MEAN HOT FUCKING PEPPERS.

Chopped them.  Realized.  Had partner take a small taste.  He chugged a glass of milk.  I still have hot pepper oil under my fingers (yes, washed with milk and then with vinegar, then with dish soap) and rubbed my eye.

Thanks very much, Mr. Produce Person.