Today I am driving back to the office and I get a phone call...so I pull over to write down a number and I am stopped across the street (across the street mind you) of a random house in LOSERVILLE. A man with bare feet is sitting on his porch with his feet up on the railing, and even though I'm talking on the phone with the windows rolled up I can hear this screeching. I look toward the house and the moron with bare feet (it's November for Christ's sake) is waving at me to move on...I look at him, incredulously, the dumbass, and continue to talk on the phone...hey, I'm parked ACROSS THE STREET, and he puts his hands up to his eyes like five year olds do when they are trying to PRETEND they have binoculars to see great distances. Little does he know that I am the queen of the staredown, but who can keep a straight face whilest staring down a moron in bare feet, with his goofy hands pretending they're binoculars as he stares at me? What The EF? Am I a magnet for this shit? Well obviously, as just TWO nights ago I was in a bar (a BAR mind you) with a group of friends who were having a little farewell party for someone moving away (lucky bitch) and we were asked "to keep it down, we're trying to watch the Presidential debate"... are you EFin' kidding me? We're in a BAR dumbass!! You want to watch the debate- go home! The beer's cheaper! Now believe it or not, I'm not really one for public confrontation (well, not since I stopped drinking anyway HA and God knows I'm happy to see people engaged in the politcal process) but I was ready to, how do you say, throw down with this little MOFO...so you see, I really may need a rest, but where in the hell do you go to do that when at every possible turn someone is just waiting to use their stupid on you?