Okay. So maybe....

...I'm getting to be a trifle irritable. But this one guy in Water Aerobics at the Y is such a Dumb Fuck.

Everyone in Water Aerobics is congenial, everyone shares, everyone is polite and helpful...except for the Dumb Fuck. When we do exercises, everyone has sort of an area and you watch out for each other's spot....but not the DF. He will be coming right at you with nary a swerve or a monitoring of his water chops. It's up to you to get out of his way.

Since I'm one of the tallest people (a lot of little old ladies whose spines have started to collapse are in this class), he and I end up in the same general area and I am tired of always having to dodge him. After a good 60 minutes of being the one who always moved (and I might add, he never smiled a thank you and that is just good pool etiquette), I decided no more. As the DF and I came at each other doing our powerful Cross Country Skiing moves, I just knocked into him. And folks, I will do it again until he learns some manners.

Oh yes, he shot me a dirty look but he doesn't know he is just a DF dealing with an irritable Xanax withdrawer. So take that buster and just wait until tomorrow, you sorry son-of-a-bitch. (Like I said, I'm a tad irritable.)