tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132508586863374023.post8455669246858040932..comments2022-11-11T03:47:11.199-05:00Comments on A Lonely Quiet Concert: I began to get cross-eyed, I thought I was lost, I'd begun to see things as they ain't.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06268123867542952187noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132508586863374023.post-52924273581526944902011-07-18T16:22:16.065-04:002011-07-18T16:22:16.065-04:00"Can't you wait til I've put my walle..."Can't you wait til I've put my wallet away before you move on to the person behind me?" See...that has irritated the skin off me forever. And I don't associate it (the irritation) with the transition from the southland. I think it's just a rudeness that may have nothing to do with Place. I sometimes get the same bum's rush when there's NO ONE behind me.Linda Koonshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05614162024708881395noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132508586863374023.post-13752083846505319532011-07-18T16:13:12.320-04:002011-07-18T16:13:12.320-04:00You made me tear up on that last line, wretch.You made me tear up on that last line, wretch.Holly M. Wendthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12065615573980596375noreply@blogger.com