I stopped at a purveyor of pretentious prattle coffee shop. They had a chalk board. You know the drill; they ask a peppy question of no import and let “the masses” post their irrelevant opinions… because empowerment. Some fool left the chalk out. See if you can spot my response.
Since I can’t see one that reads ” just serve the damn coffee you pretentious gits” I’ll go with read a book 😉
Lemme see, which movie makes me want to go sit still without talking in the dark for hours with a buncha (probably diseased) strangers while eating overpriced crap and watching something that will be on the small screen in my home shortly? Hmm, nothing comes to mind.
Also, AC, y’all print purty good.
Thanks for the compliment. I think I print adequately for being one of the “pre-oral dinosaurs who still know how to write” generations. I’d probably make a bitchin’ school teacher because the kids could actually read my chalkboard (whiteboard)… also I’d use a taser.
You know what really smarts? It was only when my kid learned script at school (which is pretty much useless unless we revert to quill pens during the zombie apocalypse) that I realized I’d been doing block letters like a pre-schooler for decades. I practically forgot cursive existed. Go figure.