Saturday, March 20, 2010

Allergic to Work

Blockbuster is dirty.

Money is dirty.

Movies go home in dirty hands, sit on dirty floors, and ride in dirty cars.

Then my hands get dirty. From the dirty money and dirty movies.

I hate having dirty hands.

Because then when I get my every-Friday-night-at-Blockbuster-allergies, I can't rub my eyeballs or my nose.

Everything itches from the dirtiness.

I have to use the back of my hands to try and relieve the annoyance.

Then I look like I'm handicapped by not being able to use my fingers.

Then any potentially datable customers aren't interested because they think I'm "special" (in a not-good way).

Say no to dirties! 

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