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Saturday, February 19, 2005

Traitorous Mouth and Brain Syndrome.
I have an exceptionally rare disease. It is called Traitorous Mouth and Brain Syndrome, or TMBS. The symptoms of TMBS are, saying things that might get you shot, thinking thoughts that ensure you are going to hell, inability to conduct oneself properly at social situations, and inability to hold private thoughts in. There is no cure for TMBS, and no hope for the sufferers. As bad as the condition may be, it does provide some entertainment. Like this afternoon. We went and saw Million Dollar Baby. Great movie, highly recommend it. But see, there was a problem at the start. This curtain was down halfway over the screen. It got more annoying as the previews played. Finally, I go out to complain. I run ionto a staff. She points me to another staff member. I go to the desk, expecting to find a burly man to breathe fire on me before grunting at me to go sit down and shut up. Instead, I am met by a spritely girl. She asks to see the problem, so she walks around the service desk. This girl stands belly button high with me. I am not a giant, I am 5'7'', but GOD DAMN! I stare at her in horror for a second, and she asks a very dumb question.
"What, surprised for see a girl working here?" At this point, the TMBS butts in and slaps me in the face. I hold back.
"No, its just..."
"Sir, I am 23 years old. It is not uncommon for girls of my age to work here." The TMBS won.
"23? Don't look a day over 14." I guess it should have sounded like a compliment. Howerver, it got me a mean stare. I swear my brain hates me.
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