Snob society

I'm currently a member of 3 snob societies:
     1. The step aerobics snob society
     2. The orange juice snob society and
     3. The ice cream snob society (my membership has been suspended by my friend because I've been eating way too much Breyers- the lowest acceptable form of ice cream in the society). Anyways, in today's class, we had a substitute teacher named Tony*, instead of wonderful Robert. We know he's not Robert, he knows it, but yet we hold it against him (especially when he calls a 'back crossover' an 'x-step'. I mean who does that?!! Geez). There's just no one that can replace your regular teacher. Even if he tried (which he didn't) he would fail. He had the attitude that he didn't care what we thought (and even said it), but I wonder how true that was. So when he left, I told him thank you. I thought maybe it was because he needed to hear it after receiving death stares from all the steppers. I mean, he did do his job and we did get a workout. But it was probably because I felt guilty for thinking nasty thoughts about him...the entire time. Afterward, we found Robert and threatened to harm him if he was absent again. Who really cares about your injuries from your car accident Robert?!! Not me. *name not changed to protect the guilty-real name Tony and if I knew his last name, I'd tell you that too.

    Told you bacon was in the future. Had some for breakfast and to round off the day, had jerk pork for dinner. yum (no ice cream today!)

:-(. On a serious note, I watched on the news tonight a story of a 25 year old father who was shot (and killed) by his landlord for not paying rent that the bank told him to stop paying because the house was in foreclosure. He left behind a wife with 3 kids and 1 on the way.... Really? Over rent?