Maybe this is why Angry Pear isn’t invited to any parties.
“Gimme a job, or I’ll kapunga ya.”
Triathlon Pear was the most outraged. Having failed to complete the triathlon, she was counting on winning Pear of the Month in the very least. Hopefully she doesn’t write an angry letter.
“Achoo!”
“Aaaah!”
At first they didn’t get along.
But then they discovered that they were angered by many of the same things.
“Shoo!”
“Gotcha!”
“Aaaah!”
“I’ll stop bossin’ you, when you start doing what I say.”
“I have to wait a whole week now?”
“This skirt fit last summer.”
The other pears attending the conference also wanted free drinks.
“When I was in Palestine, they shot at us. I couldn’t believe what was happening. They confiscated all the cell phones, all communication.”
“Mm hmm. Yep. Oh today, the youth today. They’re sooo progressive. The brightest students in my classes—they’re left. Not left in a traditional sense, but progressive. Used to be the conservative kids who were the brightest.”
“Oh yeah. Oh no. I’m on the train now. This is the best pre-interview I’ve ever had.”
“How awful!”
“No thank you!”
“That is not how real pears look!”
“Hang on to your stems. It’s going to be a bumpy night.”
“I’m sick of it. Just sick of it.”
“I think I should try the blue again.”
Angry Pear 