As I sit here at my job - the seemingly inoccuous job of selling memberships to the museum in town - I am left to wonder.
Day in and day out I witness the hideous beast known as 'The Public' wreak havoc and spew forth noxious odours and ghastly sounds.
I'm left to question why these great, babbling idiots come here when all the education in the world obviously isn't going to do them any good.
Why do -I- have to answer their ridiculous querries?
Day in and day out I witness the hideous beast known as 'The Public' wreak havoc and spew forth noxious odours and ghastly sounds.
I'm left to question why these great, babbling idiots come here when all the education in the world obviously isn't going to do them any good.
Why do -I- have to answer their ridiculous querries?
