At the start of every week, we try to wipe the slate clean after the weekend by opening up our Ain’t Nobody Got Time For That gripe line. Sometimes it just feels good to clear the air and get that naggling complaint off of our chest before we head in to the office.
Here’s what we ain’t got time for:
Julie: To the City of Dallas Sanitation Department garbage men, can we please work on our aim just a little bit. Can we focus on not letting bags fall out of the garbage truck in front of my driveway, which then explodes and fills the alleyway with a stench that can only be described as “vomit death hell.” Ain’t nobody got time for that!
Tony: To the wasted guy in the bar at Sambuca, I am not your personal travelling photographer. After the 6th time of trying to take a picture of you and someone famous who was there, I’m sorry you weren’t happy with the way your comb-over looked in the first 5. Yes, I turned your camera phone around and took a picture of myself, because I look good! Ain’t nobody got time for that!