The Curmudgeon Societé Generale felt that we needed to issue some reminders on our positions on pressing matters that have all the appearances of, if anything, looming larger than when initially brought up.
I'm sorry to have bore my faithful readers this week who are only too familiar with our thinking on these matters, but the word is clearly not spreading as we anticipated. Why, at dinner in a local restaurant just this week, my Sainted wife and I were affronted with nearby diners who had BOTH a screaming baby and a discomfiting array of appetite-suppressing tattoos.
I guess we should celebrate that we were spared further insult - either pajamas or a 5-day beard growth would have earned our fellow diners a trifecta - but these are nonetheless the horrors we are confronted with virtually daily.
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