L.O.U.D.S.
Meet the LOUDs. They come in all colors, races, shapes, and sizes.
I’ve created the acronym “LOUD” to mean “Lurid, Obnoxious, and Unprepared Diva.” Take from that what you want. Many of my readers have called them something else. However, “LOUD” works best for me.
They appear when we least want expect them to. Yelling at their kids while in line behind you at the grocery store, holding up the drive-thru line at your favorite fast food restaurant, arguing with their boyfriend in the parking lot at the mall . . . you get the picture.
My encounters with “LOUDs” are listed below. Feel free to use my moves next time you come in contact with one.
The McAccident — An Open Letter
Cell Phone Pooping: Cell Phones in the Bathroom
LOUDs and McAdditional Ordering
Are You McFrickin’ KIDDING Me?
Back Off! Catfight at the Grocery Store
The work I do from 8 to 5 involves saving lives.