So, at work tonight, I was actually in a pretty good mood. I was on my last load at the mill, and though my paperwork hadn't been signed yet upon picking up the emptied trailer (it's usually waiting for me so I can grab it and go) I had plenty of time before I had to be back at the warehouse.
I had my iPod on with my excellent noise-cancelling earphones, which has the double bonus of blocking out the loud mill noise and pumping my favorite tunes/podcasts/audiobooks into my ears, thus making my night go ever so much faster. I'm leaning against the railing, waiting for a forklift driver to drive by so I can flag them down to sign my paperwork so I can go, listening to an extremely catchy song (Suspender Man by Steam Powered Giraffe, if you must know and/or would like to check them out, they're awesome!) and kinda bouncing and silently singing along and tapping my fingers against the paperwork in time with the song. I had a neutral expression on my face, but there was absolutely nothing about me that said "grumpy".
I see movement out of the corner of my left eye and turn to see another driver, who appeared to be talking to me. Now, my earphones aren't very obvious, so I pause my iPod through my pocket and pull out my earphones with a "Hmm? Were you saying something?"
Other driver: "You shouldn't look so unhappy."
What I said: -blink blink- "I'm...not?" to which I was met with a smug look that clearly said, "oh, but I know better."
What I should have said: "I humbly beg your pardon, but as you're a driver, like me, and we probably don't have any reason to be interacting with one another, the only reason my mood should be any of your business is if I am actively pulling your esophagus out through your anus and then feeding it back to you. Now kindly locate the nearest flaming pile of debris and expire in it."
You guys just...don't understand how much I loathe the mood police. I was in a fantastic mood until he told me that I wasn't.
I had my iPod on with my excellent noise-cancelling earphones, which has the double bonus of blocking out the loud mill noise and pumping my favorite tunes/podcasts/audiobooks into my ears, thus making my night go ever so much faster. I'm leaning against the railing, waiting for a forklift driver to drive by so I can flag them down to sign my paperwork so I can go, listening to an extremely catchy song (Suspender Man by Steam Powered Giraffe, if you must know and/or would like to check them out, they're awesome!) and kinda bouncing and silently singing along and tapping my fingers against the paperwork in time with the song. I had a neutral expression on my face, but there was absolutely nothing about me that said "grumpy".
I see movement out of the corner of my left eye and turn to see another driver, who appeared to be talking to me. Now, my earphones aren't very obvious, so I pause my iPod through my pocket and pull out my earphones with a "Hmm? Were you saying something?"
Other driver: "You shouldn't look so unhappy."
What I said: -blink blink- "I'm...not?" to which I was met with a smug look that clearly said, "oh, but I know better."
What I should have said: "I humbly beg your pardon, but as you're a driver, like me, and we probably don't have any reason to be interacting with one another, the only reason my mood should be any of your business is if I am actively pulling your esophagus out through your anus and then feeding it back to you. Now kindly locate the nearest flaming pile of debris and expire in it."

You guys just...don't understand how much I loathe the mood police. I was in a fantastic mood until he told me that I wasn't.
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