I know, I know, we all love St. Paddy's Day. We get to wear green (best color EVER) and it signals the onset of spring (just ONE MORE WEEK)!
But things have gone too far. Until now I've suffered in silence through green beer and "Kiss me, I'm Irish!" I've muscled my way through rowdy crowds and parade barriers on Fifth Avenue, trying to get to work. It was especially tough the year I worked in Chicago...the whole dying of the river thing had me scratching my head. Still, I didn't complain.
Just say no, people! The humiliation of the Chrysanthemum must stop! What did it ever do to you?