I built a castle in the sand, Blaming the

I built a castle in the sand, Blaming the ocean every time it took it away.

Not because I thought I was more important. I was more important. They had no right to question my motives. The ocean was just so much water. The sand a castle in its continuance

…a year ago, if you had asked, I would’ve called you a blockhead, but, today, I’d call you a genius. “Hey, Genius, you’ve got your shirt on inside out!” I told you I was important.

But still you refused to sell me an Apple computer on the grounds that I was being rude. You pointed out that you were wearing your shirt inside out because you had spilled yogurt

on it during your lunch break, and that could have happened to anyone, thank you very much. "If you were on your break," I began, "couldn't you have gone to buy a new shirt?"

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous. Why should I pay money to fix YOUR mess?” She looked down at her ruined shirt. “Don’t think you won’t be receiving a bill in the mail.”

He laughed. "Sure, send the invoice to me poste-restante at the Hotel Pompidou in Paris. I'm sure I'll see it eventually, or not." As he said his goodbyes she kicked him down the

mean lady. She wanted to do whatever she wants. She was probably a spoiled lady or

My supervisor. Either way they awaited being rectally rammed by a shotgun. I keep such people and use their innards as confetti at decent peoples weddings. Never wear white.