Can’t I have anything nice?
Dear Venti, Grande and Tall:
I suppose I should be happy that you’re all regularly playing catch with each other…even though you all inevitably end up throwing out as many insults as you do baseballs. I especially love your “I am the winner, you are the loser” song. That’s very helpful and encouraging. I try to let it go as I’ve been told it’s normal; that whole “boys will be boys” thing. (I will never understand any of that, by the way.) So I mostly ignore your nonsense and let you all handle it with each other…as is usually the case, someone will take it too far and there will be a knock-down, drag-out from which you will all be sent to your rooms to cool off. Most of the time, you continue to egg each other on from your neutral corners. It is what it is, right?
As crazy as all of that makes me, it is nothing compared to this:
Who decided the foyer was a locker room?!?! @#$%^&*!!! OMG, stop it.