I'm fine with my grudges. If someone (my husband) doesn't understand why it's important to spell things correctly on a menu, then too bad. I can hold a grudge against him, too! 😏
I hail from a long line of irascible women, so all of this resonates with me deeply! Petty grudge are my midlife delight. My last grifter of a dentist tried to graft Bit Coin to my gums and the whole thing still stings financially... Huzzah to Jennifer for hurling on the gun-toting DDS! I mean, WTAF?
Oh Wendi! Several times a week I have an endless grudge against the US Postal Service: So let me get this straight, Mr. Postmaster General. Your job is to deliver junk mail to my mailbox, a locked box that is located in a caged room a quarter of a mile from my home where the delivery person also puts my mail in someone else's box and their mail in mine and sometimes, as my friend Wendi pointed out, the delivery person decides that the big fat newspapery thing from Kroger's is more important than the actual letter that your email indicated I would receive but that is not in the box, and for this you raise the cost of stamps and shipping packages AND your mail carrier person complains to my HOA that we must remove our mail from the box (did I mention that the box is 1/4 mile down the road) DAILY or it will be too full to deliver more mail, which is, as I've already said, mostly junk, which I do not carry the 1/4 mile back to my home but immediately toss in the trash bins the HOA provides for this purpose right there by the exit to the caged room. The caged room, of course, is to prevent our mail from being stolen. Ummm . . . if that's a problem, how about if you just deliver all of that junk to the mail stealer and cut out the middle man, or woman, in this case?
Wendi, I have so many grudges and no place to express them, so thank you for coming out as a grudge-carrier and giving me this opportunity to address the Postmaster General, who probably receives his mail--no junk--directly into his home through a slot in the door and his carrier would never accidentally put a neighbor's mail in his slot in the door. Ask me sometime what I think causes road rage and we'll talk about cereal boxes (etc) that have tops that look like you can slide the top open and reclose it by putting the tab into a slot. Thank you so much for being a writer. I love you.
I have a similar grudge against a woman who was also appalled at the state of my feet for a pedicure! Honestly kind of comforting to know I'm not the only one holidng this particular type of grudge.
I fully support a good grudge and I am a loyal friend who will jump on a friend’s said grudge in solidarity. Hate that former friend Pam on your behalf? I’m your gal
I'm fine with my grudges. If someone (my husband) doesn't understand why it's important to spell things correctly on a menu, then too bad. I can hold a grudge against him, too! 😏
Exactly!
I hail from a long line of irascible women, so all of this resonates with me deeply! Petty grudge are my midlife delight. My last grifter of a dentist tried to graft Bit Coin to my gums and the whole thing still stings financially... Huzzah to Jennifer for hurling on the gun-toting DDS! I mean, WTAF?
Oh Wendi! Several times a week I have an endless grudge against the US Postal Service: So let me get this straight, Mr. Postmaster General. Your job is to deliver junk mail to my mailbox, a locked box that is located in a caged room a quarter of a mile from my home where the delivery person also puts my mail in someone else's box and their mail in mine and sometimes, as my friend Wendi pointed out, the delivery person decides that the big fat newspapery thing from Kroger's is more important than the actual letter that your email indicated I would receive but that is not in the box, and for this you raise the cost of stamps and shipping packages AND your mail carrier person complains to my HOA that we must remove our mail from the box (did I mention that the box is 1/4 mile down the road) DAILY or it will be too full to deliver more mail, which is, as I've already said, mostly junk, which I do not carry the 1/4 mile back to my home but immediately toss in the trash bins the HOA provides for this purpose right there by the exit to the caged room. The caged room, of course, is to prevent our mail from being stolen. Ummm . . . if that's a problem, how about if you just deliver all of that junk to the mail stealer and cut out the middle man, or woman, in this case?
Wendi, I have so many grudges and no place to express them, so thank you for coming out as a grudge-carrier and giving me this opportunity to address the Postmaster General, who probably receives his mail--no junk--directly into his home through a slot in the door and his carrier would never accidentally put a neighbor's mail in his slot in the door. Ask me sometime what I think causes road rage and we'll talk about cereal boxes (etc) that have tops that look like you can slide the top open and reclose it by putting the tab into a slot. Thank you so much for being a writer. I love you.
I have a similar grudge against a woman who was also appalled at the state of my feet for a pedicure! Honestly kind of comforting to know I'm not the only one holidng this particular type of grudge.
I fully support a good grudge and I am a loyal friend who will jump on a friend’s said grudge in solidarity. Hate that former friend Pam on your behalf? I’m your gal
That's why we're friends.
Among other fun and completely logical reasons!
OMG the brilliance of weaponizing your nauseous friend! Next level!! Also, Tristina. Yes all day.