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Hi, Have Some Audacity

So I'm in a pretty good mood last night at work and at some point, I couldn't tell you when, the pendulum swung viciously the other way. I found myself very pissed off. At everyone. Everything. It scared me. I vented to one of the grocery guys for a solid 15 minutes, Jennie From The Block stood outside freezing while I had my cancer stick and listened to me piss and moan and good Lord, shoot me now. I'm still feeling this way. I don't like it, not one bit.

Earlier in the evening, when my mood was not maniacal, I helped a nice older gentleman with a return. As I was getting his money from the register, he asked me to turn to the right. When I did, he pointed to the side of my head and told me I "should get that mole removed, it could become cancerous".




Um ok, I'll look into that, thanks. I've only had it since I was a middle schooler, it has not changed shape, size or color and it bothers no one. However, since you think I'll be getting cancer from that lil ol' mole, I'll go get it frozen off immediately. Can I send you the bill?


Les Becker said…
Okay, so how did he even manage to notice that (considering that looks like the end of the arm of your specs right there for a size comparison...)?! Half-hidden by your hair?! Me, I think it's cute. I think you should have it removed and transferred to your chin or your cheek, where it will be much more noticeable.

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