From a recent email:
“So I saw your post. But then you have to have a password to get into it. Do you have the picture or not?”
Oh, I have “the picture,” Peaches. Just not for you. Boo-bye.
Sighhhh ……
From a recent email:
“So I saw your post. But then you have to have a password to get into it. Do you have the picture or not?”
Oh, I have “the picture,” Peaches. Just not for you. Boo-bye.
Sighhhh ……
Unbelievable.
Who raised these people??
I know, right??
Who raised these people is right! Politeness is apparently a thing of the past now too…
Sam – it’s not in the past for people who were raised right!
Tracey – I didn’t think you were exaggerating with your tales of “Yo gimme da password” Rudey McRudesters – but to see it in person (well, sort of) … Just gobsmackery all around.
To quote Tweety Pie: “How wude!”
Probably the same guy to push past a lady on the escalator. Couth is dead.
Rudy and Peaches. We have our first pairing. Sadly, it is probably not the last.
I just hope Rudy and Peaches don’t have children. The last thing we need are more Rudy McRudersons out there.
I just love the word “gobsmackery”…did you coin that one Tracey?
What a pleasant individual. I sure wish I could know him or her in real life. Wouldn’t that be swell?
But it’s the innerwebs, who care about rudeness?
Man. I hate it when people act like this.
It seems this individual no longer has a sense of propriety, if indeed, it were ever present…
Well, OK, here comes the de riguer dumb comment… if that was the same article that I commented on, with the adorable child and our next VP – why does it need a password now? Was the Mommy shy about the pictures and maybe wanted more privacy? Admittedly sometimes I am a bit slow, other times I balance my slowness with my propensity toward density. (Yes, I was once a ghost writer for Jesse Jackson. Not THAT one, the bocce champion one.)