Click

Well, the round of end-year Florida assholery begins. I was just cut off by someone from the State Troopers who wanted...what else?...a donation.

As I was telling him I'm not my mother, I told him all the things that have gone wrong this year. Cancer, radiation, shingles, and as I was about to say "rotator cuff rippage", I heard a fading voice, a disgusted laugh, and CLICK.

Um, Rick Scott? Maybe if you taxed more of these rich white old male fucks who love to play golf and build nothing but Walmarts? You wouldn't feel the need to hang up on women like me.

And the next time I see ANYTHING on the phone with a 407 exchange? I'm going to click the phone on, NOT wait for the person to talk, and just hang up.

Miserable scumbag bastards down here. I'm so glad I'm an independent.