Joy Over OY

I went to see my friend Mary, the framer, along with Gary Cooper whose paper got wet as a result of a recent leak.

I expected her to be so happy after being closed for three months.

NOPE!

She bitched and moaned the whole time I was there.

If I heard Taps mewling in the background, it wouldn’t have surprised me.

I said, “Mary, you’re finally open. How great. Business can resume.”

Let’s just say, if she could have stabbed me, she would have.

I can see the headline in the Post now…

‘POLLYANNA FATALLY FRAMED ON UPPER EAST SIDE’

Is bitching just a bad habit, like biting your nails or chewing your hair?

When my dear Governor finally allowed us to go from red to yellow, I expected a celebration, not a funeral cortege snaking down the ave.

In any event, when I was able to tool into the Discount Depot to stock up on Swiffer refills, I was kicking up my heels.

Swiff-ly.Β  Unknown

Pollyanna, with clean floors.

 

 

 

About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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52 Responses to Joy Over OY

  1. Some people complain all the time. It’s a way of life. I’m happy to see your wit in evidence. The super punster is back! Hooray!

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  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, we need to gloss by the people who insist on seeing the glass half empty. Whiners and complainers are too plentiful. I think their goal is to bring us down as well.
    Don’t ever stop finding joy in the little things. Clean floors feel so good on our feet.

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  3. There are some that look at life as half empty, peanut butter side down, and spilled milk. There is no way to help them other than a smile. (They will hate you for that too.)

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  4. Vasca says:

    Good one, Susannah! Despite her kinky-stinky you came out smiling…wonderful!!! Thing is…if she spit it out, she probably has had too much media garbage; you walked in as she switched on her disposal, Who knows what’s going on in her life though. She may be having a rough time with something or someone! Fell off the wagon?
    Got it…should’ve thought of this first off.
    She was framed! Of course!

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  5. Dale says:

    There are those who will bitch and moan about EVERYTHING. You give them a cupcake, it’s the wrong flavour; you tell them they look pretty, they say look at this zit – nothing will ever make them happy.
    I agree with John, to these people shine your light brightest and ruin their day πŸ˜‰ At least this way, your sunshine bounces back to you.
    Abe said it right. Happiness is a decision I make every single day.

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  6. Sorryless says:

    People like this make ME feel like a glass half full personality . . which is hilarious.

    But seriously, I ain’t about the bitching and moaning stuff. And it seems as if certain people make it an art form. And you just have to let them riff, and then excuse yourself from the conflagration.

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  7. robprice59 says:

    You shouldn’t be surprised that a woman who puts edges on things to earn her crust, might feel a little edgy when she can’t.

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  8. It suggests society is not only a tad petulant, but ungrateful too.

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