I Hate to Put Labels on People...

...but some people do it to themselves. I was on the bus a while back, and saw a guy with the word "TERRORIST" tattooed across his chest.

Pot, Meet Kettle

Kathy is a large, mannish, 47-year-old woman who dresses exactly as she did when she was a teenager in the 1970s -- tight shorts, tops that show off her saggy belly and leathery, Oompa-Loompa-colored tan. When advised by the other ladies at work that perhaps at her age, she might consider spending less time in the sun, she replied, "Oh, it's okay; I use Oil of Olay to keep my skin soft and suptle." Every male in the room shuddered and thought, "Bleaugh! She might as well use saddle soap and mink oil!"

Brendan is a kid in his late teens who is smart, geeky, friendly, likeable and a bit odd. His latest oddity: he took some pencils and binder clips, and built a pair of antlers which he then attached to his headphones.

Anything odd offends Kathy. So she walked up to Brendan in her horriffic outfit, pointed to his goofy antennae, and said, "You know, Brendan, that is really inappropriate to wear in an office."