PSA: Keep Your Kids in the Car...Much Agita on Channel Z

Agita.  One of my favorite words and I experience it a great deal (anxiety; agitation).  I know I bring it on myself, and yet, I'm addicted to the anxiety, no matter how annoying.  It is quite pathetic, but here I am.  People always tell me to relax, get a hobby, mediate.  I would love to do all of those things you crazy little fools.

Today, to sum up the agita and the noise in my head, I'm borrowing lyrics from one of my favorite bands, The B-52s, "Gettin' nothin' but static on channel Z."  I'll file this one under the "My Neurosis" category.

Oh, and this is a bulletin, call it a PSA if you will...I have to stop at the grocery store tonight on the way home, so everyone who has a brat kid who thinks its acceptable (I'm sure it's because they were taught to do what they want and boundaries don't exist) to pick his/her nose and wipe it on the produce, keep them in the car with the windows rolled up (come on, it's cold outside) or I may have to show them an uncomfortable way to eat an avocado...'k?

--Fortuitous Observer