Posted on 09/07/2006 10:40:44 AM PDT by Lucky9teen
People are oblivious. It's as simple as that.
Gone is common courtesy. Went out with Friendster and Ask Jeeves and Viacom's Tom Freston.
The other night I had the misfortune of walking behind an Oblivion on the train. His family took a three-seater bench, but apparently that wasn't good enough for the patriarch, so he stood in the middle of the aisle surveying the other empty seat offerings.
To hell with the gaggle of people piling in behind him. Why should he care? He's an Oblivion!
Went to a screening of "Hollywoodland," a terrific movie starring Oscar-winner Adrien Brody and directed by HBO impresario Allen Coulter of "Sopranos" fame.
Sat in an aisle with six empty seats, but most were occupied by the stuff the two women who commandeered the row had strewn about the aisle. A bouquet of flowers. A raincoat. A shopping bag.
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"You know what really grinds my gears?"
-Peter Griffin
"Did I mention I spent more than I should have on this deck? But I figured I'd rather go with the national chain. They sent me nice blueprints of my deck, took care of the permitting, etc. but mostly I went with the big guys because I didn't want to go through the hassle of weeding through local contractors who never call back anyway.
Guess what? The big guys hired the local contractor! I guess I was expecting Bob Vila and the cavalry. So much for that idea."
He must think Home Depot has a lot of highly skilled, licensed contractors just waiting for service calls to come in.
The contractors they sub out to are the troubled contractors, desperate for some kind of cash flow, and both businesses split the mark up, with no one particularly concerned about quality, or guarantees.
The writer has a point. People are generally selfish in the pure sense. They wander through life in public totally oblivious to all around them.
For instance:
They stop in the middle of traffic to read a street sign to make sure it's not the one they want...
There's ol' fat mom and her runny-nosed porch monkeys walking abreast aimlessly down the middle of an aisle at the grocery store...
And ol' fat dad in the minivan parked in the firelane of the grocery store for an hour, leering at and fantasizing about the MILFs as they come and go from the store, while 'ol fat mom is shopping with the kids...
Bicycle riders passing cars at a stop light on a narrow road during rush hour creating another back up just like the one you were in just minutes before...
Teenaged wiggers and their mentors riding through neighborhoods with gorilla music thumping pictures off your walls...
Hell, supposedly grown-up wiggers and their mentors riding through neighborhoods with gorilla music thumping pictures off your walls...
Your safety-conscious neighbor with the motion sensored flood light tilted so it lights up the neighborhood at 3am every morning...
The guy that speeds up when lanes merge and waits until the last possible second to get ahead of just one more car before he kicks up gravel while swerving into the single lane only to slam on the breaks because the traffic has stopped ahead of him...
I could go on and on but that might be a little selfish of me to use up all that space. ;-)
"There's ol' fat mom and her runny-nosed porch monkeys walking abreast aimlessly down the middle of an aisle at the grocery store..."
Those are the ones I "accidently" ram my cart into their ankles.
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