Since it is my burpday today, and I�ve notched another year on the old crotchety, I�d like to talk about kids. No, not the roly-poly, super-intelligent, spoiled cherubs some of your stupid friends may be starting to have. I�m talking kids who are, like, 23-years old. There are many annoying qualities to this age group, the worst being the incessant drive to discuss drug use�its trials and tribulations, the highs and lows, the good times, oh the good times. Who cares? Right, not me.

I was standing and chatting with some young folk the other night, and this feller joins the group. He opens with, �Man, I know that kid; what a robohead.� Another really annoying trait that a lot of kids have (esp. the loser kids that I tend to meet) is a penchant for calling other kids �kid.� Anyway, back to the comment, to which my response was, �Whaaa?� Apparently, as the kids told me, a �robohead� is someone who drinks Robotussin and thinks they are really hot shit or something. I don�t know. Hasn�t all that already been done? Cough syrup, for crying out loud?

But really. I should say to myself, �Self, aren�t these the same kids that I hung out with when I was a kid who picked morning-glory seeds and boiled them in tea?� I mean, what�s this high-and-mighty attitude all about anyway?

I don�t really want to complain about kids after all. Sigh.

What I would like to complain about is the stupid lady that came out of the bathroom here at work a short while ago and said to me, �Boy, it really stinks in there.� Here are some of the points I am forced to consider:

a) Was she, in fact, the source of said unpleasant odor and trying to pass it off as someone else�s dirty work?

b) Who cares????????!? Look, you stupid, stupid lady: It�s the baaaathrooom for cripe�s sake. What is it supposed to smell like, a flower shoppe? Oh, I�m so sorry, stupid lady, you must be mistaking this for the room where we all go and crap out a bouquet of violets. That room is down the hall marked �Stupid Ladies Room.�

c) Yeesh.