I have this friend . . . the Hypochondriac. She's delightful, don't get me wrong. But, she frequently has days that are plagued with her "polyassalgia" (multiple people on her ass) and her sciatica . . . and what do you smell when you're having a stroke?
She has a young child, and one could accurately describe her as "young at heart." When we go out to eat, she always has to puff the paper off the straw towards one of our dining companions. She delights in getting someone in the face, cleavage, or hair with her straw paper.
Today, I was feeling, well, kicky. So, for the first time ever, I decided to retaliate. I gave my straw paper a good, quick puff . . . aimed right at her. And damned if it didn't take flight, whizzing right over her head and landing beautifully in the plate of a patron at the table behind us.
I'm pretty sure the word "asshat" was muttered my direction. . . and I totally deserved it.
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