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November 29, 2008 |
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I Don't Want You Telling Anyone
FOUND by Kelly
in Santa Monica, California
Found on my car, under the wipers, early one morning.
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We collect FOUND stuff: love letters, birthday cards, kids' homework,
to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles -
anything that gives a glimpse into someone
else's life. Anything goes...
This is wacko. If I were Kelly I wouldn't go anywhere near that note-writer. I think the note-writer's perception of the world borders on paranoia, and is definitely out of touch with reality. Psychotic even. Really, this seems like an extreme over-reaction to the situation of bumping into an acquaintance at work.
Of all the grocery markets in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.
Yep, Flargy, it looks like Rick Blaine lost his liquor license.
She walks into Gelson's, like the night
of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all thier wares of food and drink
meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that neon light
Which heaven to a 24-hour grocery denies.
** I need to know if Kelly is the intended recipient or if this is another misplaced note.
I'm with geek, I really want to know if this note was meant for Kelly.
it's bizarre how over sensitive this woman(I'm guessing) is about working at a grocery store.
not to mention how arrogant she is, thinking that anyone actually gives even a little damn where she works. or that the person this note is meant for is going to go running around telling everyone, as though her working there is the most important thing they could possibly have to talk about. get over yourself lady.
nice how she gets mad at the person for daring to enter the store she works at of ALL the stores out there. and ORDERS them to never speak to her if they have the audacity of returning there.
witness protection scheme?
Not signed, how does the writer expect the recipient to know who they are, so they can not speak to them again? Little glitch in your reality, there, man. Or woman, whatev.
I love it when someone tries to tell me who I can and can't talk to or associate with, or where I can or can't shop. I'm an adult, thanks, I make my own decisions. Sounds like this is yet another "adult" who is still mentally in middle school. "You can't talk to me because I'm mad at you!"
I've had a person get angry with me because I no longer shopped in his expensive little neighbourhood store, because I preferred to save money at a supermarket. He actually called me out of my name on the open street! Needless to say I never went there again, even if I had been considering it--which I wasn't.
Grow up!
Ilsa: Play it once, Sam. For old times' sake.
Sam: [lying] I don't know what you mean, Miss Ilsa and I got a clean up on aisle 5. A coupon machine scared the crap outta someone.
Ilsa: Play it, Sam. Play "As Time Goes By."
Sam: [lying] Oh, I can't remember it, Miss and they don't like me playing it in the market, and I got a bunch of ol' shopping lists to scan up to found.com....
Ilsa. I'm a little rusty on it.
Ilsa: I'll hum it for you. Da-dy-da-dy-da-dum, da-dy-da-dee-da-dum...
[Sam begins playing]
Ilsa: Sing it, Sam.
Sam: [singing] You must remember this / A fuckin' kiss is still a kiss / A thigh is just a thigh / The accidental things apply / As time goes by. / And when two former lovers meet, / They still say, "I screw you" / On that you can rely / No matter what market you shop in the future happens to bring...
Rick: [rushing up] Sam, I thought I told you never to play...
[Sees Ilsa. Sam closes the piano and rolls it away - picks up mop heads to aisle 5]
....
Rick: Of all the fuckin' markets, in all the towns, in all the world, in all of Santa Monica she walks into mine.
Probability of me telling everyone I know that I bumped into so&so at the grocery, without incident: 10%
Probability of me telling everyone I know that I bumped into so&so at the grocery, with ridiculous note left on my car: 100%
So&so's plan would have backfired with me.
Let's not be so quick to judge. There's obviously a lot Kelly isn't telling. For all we know she has been torturing this poor soul for years. Who knows what transpires in the markets of others?
I agree with Frank in Frank. How do we know Kelly or whoever the note was intended for hasn't been stalking this person? A few years ago, I could have left a similar note to my ex-husband and the "anyone" would have been his family because they enjoyed making my life miserable.
Kelly my darling, you are my sunshine;
When we're together I feel fine.
Your smile is so lovely; your hair is so clean;
You make me feel that the whole world is mine.
Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, Kelly,
Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, K-E-L-L-Y ...
Why? Because you're
Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, Kelly,
Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, Kelly,
Kelly of mine!
Mine, Mine, Mine, Mine, Mine, Mine, Mine, Mine,
Mine, Mine, Mine, Mine, Mine, Mine, Mine, Mine,
... Mine!
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LOL @ Hiplainsdrifter
Bad break-up?
Extra points to Highplains Drifter for including the coupon machine on aisle 5! I laughed so hard I almost peed. (cleanup on aisle 11!)
@ woody, thanks for the memories of the best wooing love song ever. cheers!
i'm with your mom in the bayou on this one; kelly is a asswhole, stalker type trying to make someone's life who dumped him miserable.
You're very welcome. Kwyncee.. I do what I can.
@ Highplainsdrifter ... Excellent! That's the direction I was going to go with my comment, but you did it so much better than I would have.
@ geek,love the lord Byron ref. or is it tennyson? I mix the two up