I'm going to call it "Yuckball of the Week." Yuckball is the best insult I've heard in a long time and it was directed at me. I deserved it. And now I'm stealing it. The things I share will sound negative at the time, but be sure that I won't be stewing over them for long. I don't really care that much about stupid stuff like silly bandz or the GOP mailing me a survey in appreciation of all my hard work and dedication to their cause (see what you have to look forward to?). I just like to share my feelings on some things, and would like to do it on the regular.
This week's yuckball is the lady who yelled at me for trying to help her retrieve something she lost.
Anyways, I realized it was her money, so I sped up to try and catch the bills before they blew away. As I sped up, I heard her two-packs-a-day-for-twenty-years voice scream "THAT'S MINE!" That took a second to sink in. And when it did, I thought I could either just give her a look and walk inside the store, leaving her to pick up her own damn money, or I could continue to help her. I chose the latter, but I screamed "I KNOW!" as I was doing it. Bitch. How dare you assume that I'm going to steal your money right in front of your face? You're a yuckball.