With all due respect to Kasey Kasem, I have a few dedications I'd like to make:
To the person(s) driving the black Smartcar on Saturday: tinting the windows does NOT make you look cooler. (Although Lovey may have nailed it when he said they might be tinted them because they were so embarrassed to be driving a glorified Matchbox.)
To the Joe Dirt in the old Camaro who tried to race me down Dorchester on Sunday: I was not trying to race you; I was trying to get to the grocery store before the heavens opened and drenched me with rain. And yeah, I would have taken you if I hadn't been in the little BMW.
To the woman in the flip-flops....and pajama pants....and bra-less tank top who came in my office yesterday: when you learn how to dress yourself to go out in public, I will consider you a serious client. Until then, do not be surprised if I do not fall all over myself to assist you. That crap might fly in Walmart, but not in my fine establishment.
To the 27-month pregnant woman in Superwally today: I hope for your sake - and my eyes - that you give birth soon. Because the belly hanging out of your top? Ewww.
PS - They have this thing called a "pacifier" now. If inserted correctly, it will keep your toddler's shrieking from being heard from produce to tire center.
Until next time: keep your feet on the ground, and keep reaching for the stars.
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