If I Had A Nickel For Every

So there i was, on the twelve-to-four gangway shift one too many nights in a row again, and i sez to myself, Self, what this world really needs, sez i, is yet another self-absorbed whineblog about how many packets of organic honey one more humor-deficient politiweenie just had in their chai latte.

...and the sign said Long haired freaky people need not apply--

oops! Sorry, wrong religion. [rustle rustle] It said: Now enter the mission field. Begin by greeting your neighbor.

Breakfast details shall follow.