Boy, that ought to drag the dregs here, huh?

Actually, I'm just writing to rant about cliches. I hate 'em. Mostly, I hate when they end up misused. For example, some marketing genius dreamt up "Please pardon our dust, while we make progress." Then some dim bulb abbreviated it to "Pardon our progress." The latter makes no sense at all. If I pardon it, I'll look the other way, ignore it, and not mind that you've made it.

Of course, I was more offended at Costco, yesterday: I walked in, and by the pizza place, they had signs proclaiming "Our latte/mocha machine is temporarily out of service. We are sorry for any inconvenience this may cause you." I doubt they're sorry, but...worse yet, *inconvenience*? It's inconvenient if they take away some need. But while it may be annoying, or disappointing, it's certainly not inconvenient to be denied a luxury.

(And by now, all the folks looking at the title and hoping to find some sort of rim job stuff here are sorely disappointed. Sorry, folks. He was called Freud. Anal is, admittedly, an incorrect shortening of "anal-retentive." Look into it.)