First, my compliment goes to Mary at M Designs. I ordered some of the name trees and not only did I get them very quickly, but she also sent me another chart of her's and a nice Christmas card. I thought it was very sweet.
Now for my rant. Remember M, the lady that I complained about before? Well, last night she really took the cake. First, she declared to the room that she thought that women who dress provocatively are asking to be raped. The room went silent and someone had to check to make sure she was kidding. She said no, and repeated herself. I think the Mississippi River may have shifted it's bed a little closer the collective intake of breath was so strong. How can one say something like that to a group of women? Anyway, she said that's what kept her off a jury. I think the attorneys probably agreed she was too ignorant to serve. Then I mentioned how I had never been called for jury duty. She said that was terrible I wasn't serving my country. Hello? It's not my fault I haven't been called. I registered to vote and I vote in nearly every election. What else am I supposed to do? I'm the only person there that WANTED to be on a jury. In both instances you could tell everyone was really peeved, but nobody wanted to start a fight, but several of us tried to explain to her that rape was a crime of domination and power and not of sexuality. I don't think she got it.
Oh and I have another gripe. Well, it's not even really that. Twice in the last week on my way to work I had a car behind me pass me. On a two lane road kind of passing. Now, I'm not usually really fussy about that. However, the reason I'm going slow is because I'm in a LONG LINE OF TRAFFIC. Do they think I'm going slow because I have nothing better to do at 6:30 am than drive 25 mph pissing off other motorists?? I love when traffic stops and I'm right behind them. Hello dumbass! Those are the times when I wish I had a bullhorn so I can tell them how idiotic I think they are. The first one, traffic had stopped because a car in front of me was turning left. The guy who whipped around me, nearly plowed into him. I wish I could have asked him if it was really worth all that just to get one car ahead in the huge long line of traffic.