Ho, ho, ho.

In the past 24 hours, I’ve watched a surly, well-inked, jackass pull his SUV next to the car of an elderly driver who cut him off, roll down his window, and flip the confused oldster off while shouting inhuman things at him.

I’ve also bore witness to an embittered 50-something cat lady curse out an otherwise-polite Macy ’s clerk because Macy’s doesn’t carry the same inventory Marshall Field’s had. “What f****** use is Macy’s anyway,” she asked.

I’ve also seen a harried mother scream at her children at face-reddeningly loud levels for no discernible reason at a Boston Market.

It’s starting to look a lot like Christmas…

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