A phrase I hear often in advertising, "for people just like you," or alternatively, "millions of people just like you." Stop it. Right now.
I may be insanely jealous of my own identity, but this makes me furious. I want to break something.
There. Is. No. One. Else. Just. Like. Me.
Monday, January 27, 2014
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Friday, January 10, 2014
Thursday, January 9, 2014
Got out for the first time in six days. Roads not good, but made it to town. Went into the bank. One teller, with a customer. Next customer waiting turns, looks at me as I enter queue. "Are you still alive?" he asks, with obvious amazement.
Yeah, that's a cheery greeting. I mean, I understand that thirty years ago when I was his principal he no doubt thought I was ancient then. So no surprise that he was surprised.
But a "I thought you died years ago" is not a great start to one's day.
Forty-something Clod: 1
Old Guy: 0