Yeah, we here at the SDMB have officially scraped the lower portion of wooden cylindrical objects to come to this rant. I am yelling at my body part.
Not a sexual body part, mind you. I have never, as far as I know, gotten shoulder from anyone. Head? Sure. Head & Shoulders? Definitely! Shoulder alone? No.
But rant I must for this fucking thing is pisstabulating me right off. The blade will not stay where it’s supposed to. How hard is that? That’s not rhetorical, lefty, I’m asking you a question! Righty manages to do it just fine. Never had a problem. Never heard any complaints. Shows up for work right on time every day. And the fucking blade stays right where it should.
But you won’t. Twice, TWICE!!! this week you decided to jaunt on down to see what the back of my ribcage was up to. I’ll tell you what it was up to: staying the fuck in place.
It’s really annoying. I can’t do martial arts like I want to. Either they’re twisting you a way you shouldn’t be going or I’m falling on you in a way I shouldn’t be. Either way, there’s not a single technique I can do properly to completion. I don’t want to be promoted in that class doing 50% of what everyone else is expected to do.
I need to go take some more Advil. You, lefty, need to learn how to behave.