I was inspired by this story:
Post something you ain’t got time for:
I’ll start: I ain’t got time for remembering which bin is the recycle bin if no one else is going to bother.
I just ran across that story elsewhere. Where’s Flava Flav when you need him?
I definitely ain’t got time for no sassy 911 operator.
Kismet! I’ll do you one better: Here in Houston, the recycling people just declined to accept glass of any kind. Too many people were putting broken glass into the bins! It didn’t get broken being dumped into the truck? Ever? Sheesh!
Your drama is not my drama. I don’t do other people’s drama.
Sassy I can take. Lazy and stupid is another thing.
May she throw a load of glass into her recycle bin, get badly cut and have to call 911… not that I’d like her to completely bleed out before help gets there, but watching her wrist pump out for a few minutes might educate her a little.
She ain’t got time to bleed…
Ain’t got time to sleep… between my shifts working at 911.
‘Ain’t Nobody Got Time for This’
Don’t use no double negatives.
House fires.
Plus, I got bronchitis.
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Ants. I ain’t got time for ants. They have time for me though. Little bastards.
Cockroaches and other assorted bugs. No way I got time for those little bastards.
Luckily one of my cats is a Mighty Hunter and had plenty of time for that, and when we suffered a cockroach infestation after moving a truckload of boxes from my late in-laws house into the garage a few years ago, he intrepidly and boldly hunted them down. Any roach that dared come into the house met the Jaws of Doom! (And he then came trotting into the living room to show off his kill, which was not so awesome.)
I ain’t got time to change the toilet paper roll if no one else is gonna do that either. Seriously people, can the person who finishes it just start the new roll? No? Well, I ain’t got time to do it.
I ain’t got time to flatten all of the cardboard from your packages. That’s going into the trash. The recycling fairy does not live here.
I ain’t got time to organize the garage. Nope.
I ain’t got time to mow the lawn. I will make time to call a gardener if you ain’t got time to do it either.
Well a lot of motivational types tell you that you should avoid negative people and all of her callers seem like real complainers to me. Although officer Molten never made it that far.
Isn’t that the new dance tune they play at Wisconsin Badgers home games?
Don’t feel too sorry for the fired 911 operator though. I hear she’s got a new gig working for a suicide hotline.
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I haven’t got time for the pain.
Life is too short to sweat the same stuff.
I thought it was on the “Car Wash” soundtrack by Rose Royce. (not really)
Maybe she’ll make some friends there? People are just dy… nm.
That might just work. I’d call the hotline, get hung up on, and think “Oh, well, I’ll just call back next week when she has more time!”
And after a month of “Ain’t got time”, I’d forget why I was going to end it all.
I absolutely ain’t got time for Flava Flav!
That was a great movie. It’s always good as the answer to a trivia question that wants to know what movie had two people in it who eventually became state governors.