I've reached the time in my life when things start to
irritate me, things that I am tired of reading about or experiencing and wish
would go away.
What exactly is their claim to fame? Did they do anything
worthwhile to garner all the attention they get? Can they act or sing? Do they
raise huge amounts of money for charities?
I see in the gossip columns their names, and wonder who
cares? They seem to be involved in fashion but all the clothes seem torn like
they were in a fight or bloody street brawl! Some of them seem like they need
to pay for two seats on a flight. It all seems like unnecessary attention to
me.
Mercedes Drivers and their road ownership.
It never fails, you want the start or indirect cause of an
accident, look for the Mercedes drivers, especially if the road is open enough
for them to speed and cross over lanes without signaling. Often there is no
courtesy from these drivers, as they change lanes, run up your ass and cut you
off like they are saying: Get out of my way! I know they own or rent a
Mercedes, but you don't hold sway over my life with your bad driving and
discourtesy. And when did you get title to the road, to begin with?
TV Commercials.
It never fails, I get a sandwich for lunch, maybe a beer and
decide to take a break and eat it while watching TV. I turn on the TV and what
do I get? THE BEGINNING OF A RUN OF ENDLESS COMMERCIALS AND PROMO! I hate when
that happens and it always does, so you wait impatiently for some programming,
meanwhile, you finish your lunch and get disgusted and turn the damned thing
off.
That Moron who cuts in front of me from a side road.
You are traveling at 45/mph, on an open road with no one in
front or behind you, when suddenly someone makes a turn in front of you causing
you to brake, and then drives at half your speed, meanwhile there is no one
behind you! Why does the SOB do that? Why can't the moron wait for me to pass
so he can drive at a snail's pace without almost causing an accident or making
me angry about his stupidity?
ISEVERYTHINGOK?
You enter a restaurant and someone seats you and now you
wait for the waiter or waitress or shall we say for expediency, the server.
After what seems an eternity, the server finally shows up, with menus in hand
and hands them off. They announce their name and tell me they will be my
server. Who cares? "Can I get you a drink while you are waiting or have
you made up your mind from the menu? Kiddo, you just handed me the menu, not
even a speed-reader would be able to order without first opening up the menu
and looking at it. Off the server goes, stopping to chat and meandering on the
way to placing your order. Days go by and they return with your drink and a
feeling of accomplishment that they delivered on the drink. "Have you
decided yet on what you would like, or should I come back again?" If you
dare leave me now, you may NEVER return so you give her your order. Now the
order might have changed from when you did open the menu and the time it took
for the return of your server, probably due to seasonal changes in the menu.
Finally, your food comes out and is placed in front of you,
while the server wishes you a good appetite in French and disappears,
temporarily. Three minutes after and every three minutes after that the server
returns: Is everything OK? This is designed to show her concern. You be polite
and say: "Yes" sometimes "Yes, thank you." Then if you do
need something your server will never be seen or heard from again, even if the
server does pass you, the eyes are cast down as if looking for loose change.
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