Dear PlazaJen!
I think you are so great. You always have awesome perspective and advice, so I’m writing to ask you this question, one that has been troubling me for a while. I really like to share my life story with people, and sometimes, it seems, I get odd looks from OTHER people when I’m doing it. When is it appropriate to talk in excruciating detail about my personal life?
One Vital Reader,
Cher
Dear O.V.R. Cher:
Let’s start with the ball-peen hammer. NOT IN THE FUCKING POST OFFICE. To the LONE CLERK who is working. Maybe this flies when there isn’t a line of three people behind you, but when even the clerk is sending you numerous non-verbal clues to wrap it up, move along, git outta here, STFU, then you need to just grab your shit and go. Call up a girlfriend, go get a pedicure together, go out to lunch, pour out your stories to them. Trust me. The stink eyes will cease. And you won’t feel like you’re in the starring role of a Greek tragedy, with the chorus behind you chanting, “Make! Her! Leave!”
Best of luck, and try to park your giant SUV a little better next time,
PlazaJen
That was awesome. I love the new template!
I’d like to add the bus to the list of “not acceptable places to share your intimate personal details.”
Hahaha… I love the new template, as well, and love love love the background! (just catching up)