Me, buying groceries:
Rod Serling: "Meet Natalie: A self-obsessed, navel-gazing scrivener born without a detectable iota of empathy or respect."
Me: ". . . Wtf dude I'm just standing here."
Rod Serling: "She thinks she's going to take her groceries home and relax with a good book, but fate has other plans today. Before she finds her way home, she's going to take an unexpected detour . . . into the Twilight Zone."
Me: "God fucking dammit, not again."













