Word: slapping
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...enabling him to transform into Christopher Lloyd. Grace, the spoiled boss's daughter whose glossy lipstick, tight apparel and wonder-bra breasts reek of superficiality, pulls up in her red sports car equipped with a "Dad's Girl" license plate. Emanating her usual "don't-you-want-to-slap-me" self, she asks O'Hara "why the hell" had he stopped in the middle of the road, but O'Hara dismisses her and investigates the crash site. Employing Martian technology, Lloyd shrinks his spacecraft to the size of a toy, and O'Hara lifts the strange object off the beach...
...like this: Palm Pilot is for Gen X-ers; Motorola pager with colorful case and chain is for Gen Y-ers. Nirvana is for Gen X-ers; Cardigans is for Gen Y-ers, etc. In any case, I was happily skimming the columns, wondering what cliched label BusinessWeek would slap on me, when I realized that I was a cultural nonentity according to the magazine--just a bit of flotsam in this generational alphabet soup...
...this: Palm Pilot is for Gen X-ers; Motorola pager with colorful case and chain is for Gen Y-ers. Nirvana is for Gen X-ers; Cardigans is for Gen Y-ers, etc. In any case, I was happily skimming the columns, wondering what cliched label Business Week would slap on me, when I realized that I was a cultural nonentity according to the magazine--just a bit of flotsam in this generational alphabet soup...
This past week, a friend asked me, in one of those proverbial shuttle-ride-to-the-Quad conversations, if I knew that I was doing next year. Like many of my fellow seniors, I immediately wanted to change the subject, slap the person who asked or complain that I was still waiting to hear on different options. I started my usual whiny "Oh, I don't know" response and then stopped myself, saying with some surprise, "I'm not worried. All will work out. God will provide me with something useful to do that will make me happy...
This past week, a friend asked me, in one of those proverbial shuttle-ride-to-the-Quad conversations, if I knew what I was doing next year. Like many of my fellow seniors, I immediately wanted to change the subject, slap the person who asked or complain that I was still waiting to hear on different options. I started my usual whiny "Oh, I don't know" response and then stopped myself, saying with some surprise, "I'm not worried. All will work out. God will provide me with something useful to do that will make me happy...