It was a rotten kind of day….light rain, low visibility and Baltimore drivers doing their level best to either run you off the road or wrap themselves around a pole…the kind of day when you just want to go Oh Sht!
I tried my level best to make a left hand turn off Eastern Avenue when one of the great unwashed gave me the one finger salute out of his open window and yelled “You dumb sht!”
It got me to thinking that for years I’ve been called a dumb sht, a lazy sht, a useless sht a little sht and even a big sht. All those names, nothing to show for it and general confusion about my place in the grand scheme of things.
But. there is light at the end of the tunnel. I saw a sign about gainful employment, and I knew that I was fully qualified.
It says All Shts…so I qualify on all counts.