I like Joshua.
From The World Ends With You.
So, I'll start this by saying I really don't like Fred--that kid on YouTube. He's not funny. At all. And yet he has his own clothing line, he has accessories about him, he has effing pins, man. ONLY THE BEST OF THE BEST GET PINS.
But he's not the best, and thus, my anger!
He's "funny", so he's "famous". He's "famous" because he's got a million subscribers on YouTube before...other YouTubers. So, in short, this child is the Paris Hilton of YouTube.
LAME.
But this angryrant also applies to my job. You see, I work in the entertainment business. Which is to say, I'm an usher in the entertaiment business--I show people to their seats and deal with their complaints about how they can't see in a 2300-seat theater with a rotating stage in the center (because, obviously, I was the one who sold them the seats). And I deal with drunk guys. And I deal with old people. The last one is what this story is based upon.
So I work what's called the "star aisle". It's my first night on it, and my boss has decided it's best for me to work that one (for whatever reason, I'm not good at what I do). It's called the star aisle for an obvious reason--it's the aisle the acts use to get to and from the stage. So, for good reasons, we're supposed to keep that aisle clear after the shows, so the performer can gtfo.
So I say "so" too much.
And I'm trying to keep the aisle clear so members of the band can get through, when all of the sudden this old man and his old man wife walks over. I say, "I'm sorry, we have to keep this aisle clear so the band can get through. But if you could just use the other side...*gestures to other aisle, six seats away*"
The old man says, smiling, "I think I'll use this one." and he walks right past me.
....I say, anger rising in my voice, "Well, you're not supposed to!!"
NEXT SITUATION.
Another old man says virtually the same thing to me. This time, him and his wife within full earshot, I scream, "Oh my GOD, WHY ARE PEOPLE SO RUDE?!" Said old man glanced back at me. I couldn't tell if he looked mad or astonished.
The moral of this story? Don't piss me off when I'm at work, I'll be completely rude back.
The other moral of this story is that I hate old people who are convinced that, because they've lived 70-some-odd years more than the rest of us, they can do whatever the frick they please. WELL THINK AGAIN, GEEZERS. THINK AGAIN.
A less-emotional rant I could go on would be about how one of my cat will kill anything that's living, but will run away from bugs, and my other cat (who is afraid of every little thing IN THE WORLD) will kill bugs without a second though.
The first cat is also really obese. And sitting next to me.
....dawwww.
So, I'll start this by saying I really don't like Fred--that kid on YouTube. He's not funny. At all. And yet he has his own clothing line, he has accessories about him, he has effing pins, man. ONLY THE BEST OF THE BEST GET PINS.
But he's not the best, and thus, my anger!
He's "funny", so he's "famous". He's "famous" because he's got a million subscribers on YouTube before...other YouTubers. So, in short, this child is the Paris Hilton of YouTube.
LAME.
But this angryrant also applies to my job. You see, I work in the entertainment business. Which is to say, I'm an usher in the entertaiment business--I show people to their seats and deal with their complaints about how they can't see in a 2300-seat theater with a rotating stage in the center (because, obviously, I was the one who sold them the seats). And I deal with drunk guys. And I deal with old people. The last one is what this story is based upon.
So I work what's called the "star aisle". It's my first night on it, and my boss has decided it's best for me to work that one (for whatever reason, I'm not good at what I do). It's called the star aisle for an obvious reason--it's the aisle the acts use to get to and from the stage. So, for good reasons, we're supposed to keep that aisle clear after the shows, so the performer can gtfo.
So I say "so" too much.
And I'm trying to keep the aisle clear so members of the band can get through, when all of the sudden this old man and his old man wife walks over. I say, "I'm sorry, we have to keep this aisle clear so the band can get through. But if you could just use the other side...*gestures to other aisle, six seats away*"
The old man says, smiling, "I think I'll use this one." and he walks right past me.
....I say, anger rising in my voice, "Well, you're not supposed to!!"
NEXT SITUATION.
Another old man says virtually the same thing to me. This time, him and his wife within full earshot, I scream, "Oh my GOD, WHY ARE PEOPLE SO RUDE?!" Said old man glanced back at me. I couldn't tell if he looked mad or astonished.
The moral of this story? Don't piss me off when I'm at work, I'll be completely rude back.
The other moral of this story is that I hate old people who are convinced that, because they've lived 70-some-odd years more than the rest of us, they can do whatever the frick they please. WELL THINK AGAIN, GEEZERS. THINK AGAIN.
A less-emotional rant I could go on would be about how one of my cat will kill anything that's living, but will run away from bugs, and my other cat (who is afraid of every little thing IN THE WORLD) will kill bugs without a second though.
The first cat is also really obese. And sitting next to me.
....dawwww.