How dissatisfied, you ask? To the point that she has threatened to inflict physical harm on your humble, jazz-loving scribe.
Well, OK, not her personally, but her tough friends. ("I don't want to break a nail.")
I can only imagine that in her childhood said reader endured a trauma similar to that of Homer Simpson's least favorite neighbor, Ned Flanders:
In light of such hardship, I can only remove my beret, don yet more black clothing, and offer what small solace I can with some non-beatnik-related musical stylings.
