Yes, I Am That Good

The guy standing at the pickup window in the Post Office has been waiting for the clerk to return with his package for a solid 10 minutes. He's getting fidgety and so are we -- we're next in line.

I turn to CK and ask her, "Where did the clerk go? China?" She shrugs and we continue to wait.

The clerk finally returns with Fidgety's package slip in her hand but no package. She leans forward to the microphone in the window and says "I'm sorry sir. Your package is in China."

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Public Service Announcement: Those that can, do. Those that can't, teach (or loudly brag about how they can). I've seen an awful lot of "teaching" going on at the tables and on the blogs during the BBT3. Not the good kind of teaching by any stretch of the imagination. I know some people are passionate but this is way beyond passion. It's made me think of another old idiom.

If you walk like a d-bag, and talk like a d-bag, you're probably a d-bag.

And if you think I mean *you*, there's a good chance that I do. A handful of you just can't help yourselves -- you're d-bags through and through -- but the rest of you need to knock it the fuck off.