I am still very early in my grieving process for my country. . .which has been turned over to thieves and vultures. So, I decided to exercise my bitter muscle with a friend who voted for Trump today.
We had a bet that whoever’s choice for president won the election, the other would bring hot wings to the winning supporter. (Hint: We both love hot wings!) Not knowing how deep my hurt is (or not caring), he sent me this today:
Him: I know you are off today, so I thought I would let you know that our supervisor wants us to wear blue shirts for a team builder/diversity thing next week if you want to participate. I’ll be sure to wear an old one I don’t mind getting wing sauce on. . . .
Me: Thanks. In the spirit of the election, I am going to take my car for an oil change to a dentist with no car experience who has called my wife ugly, promised to dismantle the engine (even though it’s not a problem) and lied that he’s even a good dentist, even though he has managed to pull out fillings 6 times instead of putting them in. And because he is now inexplicably the chief mechanic, and because he said it was okay to do, I am going to grab the receptionist in the crotch on the way out and then refuse to pay him because I decided I didn’t like the quality of his work. I will bring your wings on Monday. Enjoy your weekend!
Him: And don’t forget to call your dentist stupid on the way out. . .
Me: That’s assumed. . .he has already shown all his patients that he is.
Sigh. . .God help us all. . . .