Woman looking at audio books: I don't want cassettes. They go flying everywhere at night and you can never find them in the morning.
What?
Middle-aged woman in valley girl voice: Do you have any books on, like, butterflies...or dreams? Like a coffee table book? Something pretty, like with angels?
Well gag me with a sequin-encrusted fairy wing.
For Christ's sake, who are these people? Why do they plague me so? When will they stop?
Fly with the cassettes; dance with the butterflies; just leave me be. I can't deal with you morons anymore.
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