I discovered early on my true aversion for my "fellow man."I use that phrase, "fellow man" loosely, for I try to think of myself apart from the unwashed rabble as much as I can. Not because I'm an elitist, I feel far from it; I am assuredly a man with feet of clay, but because the general quality of the people I meet, ranked on an unwritten scale of rudeness, personality, intellect, empathy, etc., falls far below the expectations of your typical whining fifth grader. I'm sure you've been exposed to these people on a daily basis as I have.
People like: the overweight woman in hot pants, tube top, cell phone pressed to her head, yelling at someone about picking up the "friggin' house" before she gets home, with 3 hacking grubby kids climbing all over everything while she digs through a purse the size of Delaware in search of her checkbook. She's ahead of you in the express line at the grocery store (no checks please) with a cart full of sugary breakfast cereal and beer (10 items or less, HA!)and you're standing there with a loaf of bread, a gallon of melting ice cream, and cash in hand! This is when I wish I owned a stun gun!
Or how about the chick behind the counter at the Drug Store on the phone with one of her goofy friends comparing how drunk they were at the teen-orgy of the night before; ignoring the fact you, or the three people in line behind you exist.
Oh to have a bull-horn and a seltzer bottle!
Then there was the woman who wanted to know if I knew an electrician to change the wall switch and receptacle plates in her house...the two screws had her baffled and in fear of electrocution!
What?...There I stand, slack-jawed in amazement!
How far do these people go? How ignorant and unthinking can they get?
Check out the Darwin Awards web site if you'd really like to see just how totally "zoned" our species can get...it's amazing!
And be careful out there...they lurk at every corner!
Your Faithful Reporter - RCat
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