Yes, I meant shart. I have to keep the whole gaseous theme going and it sounds like a rural Utahn pronounces it.
So today a rude, rude woman made a right turn and pulled right in front of me as I was going 65 down the highway. (No, I was not speeding.) As I yelled obscenities she could not hear and waved my middle finger so she would see it, I was reminded that short people really bother me. Now, I have short friends and I know some incredibly awesome short people that I like very much. As long as I don't have to walk behind them. I was born with LEGS and I use them. When I walk, I walk with a purpose. I kick them out and go! Nothing brings out the bitch in me like being trapped behind a short, slow walker. Which brings me to pants. If I can find pants with a 36" inseam, anyone can find pants that don't flap around their cankles. Gawd! Um, if any short people area reading this, it's nothing personal.
I'm done. The bitch has left the building. Temporarily.