What’s all this fuss about Hillary Clinton aides keeping a list of who was naughty and nice to her in the 2008 campaign?
Who doesn’t keep such a list? Those who’ve done us wrong are never far from mind.
I’ve got my own enemies list. Like the two people on a slightly drizzly day last week who knocked me in the head with their damned huge umbrellas. Such instruments of destruction on narrow sidewalks should be outlawed. For that matter, umbrellas themselves are an abomination. Wear a hat. Or stay inside. Get a little wet. So what. If we raised an umbrella in the shower there’d be no point to the matter.
Also on my list: The dang fools in the grocery counter line who wait until all of their items have been registered to swipe their credit cards in the machine and slog through the screen prompts, adding at least a dozen minutes to a process that could have been completed before their groceries were bagged.
Don’t get me started on the jerks behind me in traffic who dart around and block my escape when the driver just ahead stops to make a turn.
Or how about those automated phone voices who never give you an option to talk to a real person?
If the IRS worked for me, I’d audit them all. Revenge is best served cold? Hell no, I’d put it in the microwave and walk away.
You go Hillary. Take names and kick ass.