The national average gas price is about 3 something. Why do we Californians have to pay 4.40 a gallon? Ain’t fair.
I sometimes dislike some of the people I have to deal with at work. Today for example, I was working alone, and a line formed. I was already working as fast as I could, and some smart ass in the line said “Hey David, we could really use some assistance.” Then when I apologize for the wait and explain that I am working as fast as I can, I don’t even get a response, only a mug. yippie. Another time, a man walked up to me to complain about the line at the food court while I am working at season pass. He complained that the line was too long and that they would sell more food if they had more cashiers. Not that that would have irked me. What did irk me was the fact that the line was only 4 people long. With that being said, I think people need to think. Another person walked up to me 3 times asking me where to buy churros and I pointed it out to him every single time. At least I didn’t show my discontent infront of the customers, that would be bad. But some people just don’t think.
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You think because he doesn’t love you that you are worthless. You think because he doesn’t want you anymore that he is right-that his judgement and opinion of you are correct. If he throws you out, then you are garbage. You think he belongs to you because you want to belong to him. Hagar, don’t. It’s a bad word, ‘belong’. Especially when you put it with somebody you love. Love shouldn’t be like that. Did you ever see the way the clouds love a mountain? They circle all around it;sometimes you can’t even see the mountain for the clouds. But you know what? You go up top and what do you see? His head. The clouds never cover the head. His head pokes through, because the clouds let him; they don’t wrap him up. They let him keep his head up high, free, with nothing to hide him or blind him. Hear me, Hagar? You can’t own a human being. You can’t lose what you don’t own. Suppose you did own him. Could you really love somebody who was absolutely nobody without you? You really want somebody like that? Somebody who falls apart when you walk out the door? You don’t, do you? And neither does he. You’re turning over your whole life to him. Your whole life, girl. And if it means so little to you that you can just give it away, hand it to him, then why should it mean any more to him? he can’t value you more than you value yourself. — Toni Morrison