Tantrum
June 11, 2012 § 2 Comments
You know when you were a toddler, and you’d get stuck going along on a never-ending day of boring errands, and by the fifth stop you were like, FUCK THIS NOISE, except that you didn’t have the words to say, “Fuck this noise.” So you showed your unwillingness to continue by flinging yourself to the ground right there in the carpet store and going totally limp and making your mom drag you by the arm as you occasionally flailed out a leg and knocked something over for good measure?
That must be how my windshield wipers feel about the rain this week.
Replace carpet store with deli and I feel your pain momma!
Carpet store, deli, antique store, Target… the beauty of the go-limp-and-flail move is that it works anywhere.