Saturday, May 15, 2010
horticultural society
i had hoped to check out their annual perennial sale today. i had seen the adverts around town saying that it was from 9-3 at the kipling street greenhouse. i left the house around 1:45 and drove over there, thinking the crowds would have thinned and i could browse. i wasnt looking for anything in particular, but was mostly curious to see what they had and if they were looking for new members.
the fuckers werent there! the greenhouses were locked. i have no idea if i had the wrong greenhouse, but i'm pretty sure i was in the right place...
i came home pissed off and wanting to email them and tell them to pound it. i wont, but i think seeing a blanket-wrapped ch on the couch has just put me in a foul mood.
the fuckers werent there! the greenhouses were locked. i have no idea if i had the wrong greenhouse, but i'm pretty sure i was in the right place...
i came home pissed off and wanting to email them and tell them to pound it. i wont, but i think seeing a blanket-wrapped ch on the couch has just put me in a foul mood.
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cunts,
frustrations,
Gardening,
you suck
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i had hoped to check out their annual perennial sale today. i had seen the adverts around town saying that it was from 9-3 at the kipling street greenhouse. i left the house around 1:45 and drove over there, thinking the crowds would have thinned and i could browse. i wasnt looking for anything in particular, but was mostly curious to see what they had and if they were looking for new members.
the fuckers werent there! the greenhouses were locked. i have no idea if i had the wrong greenhouse, but i'm pretty sure i was in the right place...
i came home pissed off and wanting to email them and tell them to pound it. i wont, but i think seeing a blanket-wrapped ch on the couch has just put me in a foul mood.
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