monster sarcasm rally

(contains short works of neurotica and general abuses of sarcasm)

3.2.05

Life choreography

I had to go downstairs to the bank just now. I stood waiting, and waiting, and waiting — as one usually does at a bank. Eventually I was the next person to be served.

I looked around, and almost burst into hysterical laughter. There were about eight people waiting. We were very neatly arranged in decending order of height. The man at the back of the queue was about eye-level with my navel.

I looked around again, because surely there must be a small dog somewhere who would like to be served next after him.
|| this is the word of the sarcastrix @ 14:59

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