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I had one of those ridiculous days today. The kind where your essential nature as a pedant is overcome by your inability to give enough of a fuck to even mention how stupid someone/something is. You know what I mean, when someone is trivially SO WRONG and how *exactly* they're wrong is SO CLEAR that it's almost a farce, but it's just not worth your time to even get into it. Ok, that but about fifteen discrete times at least. AT THE VERY LEAST.
Anyway ~fuckery of the most mundane order. Just so I can get it off my chest, though, the first hospital in North America was NOT built in Philadelphia because Benjamin Franklin thought it was a super cool idea. This is so racist I feel I don't need to explicate that. Even if you mean the first hospital built by North Americans who DIDN'T SPEAK SPANISH then you're still wrong because that would be the Hotel-Dieu de Quebec, you ignorant ass person not worth my time to educate! The factoid you wanted was first hospital IN AMERICA OR COLONIAL AMERICA. Colonial America might be too difficult of a concept for you, though.
So this happened:
Today after a very frustrating day (the above doesn't even really address the heart of this, that's just an outtake), I was pleased to sojourn into the parking lot to admire my most excellent premium space. I thought "today was shit, but hey, rock star parking! that's worth something." As I was being self-congratulatory over the most simple of pleasures, I see a very harried male student emerge from the building I had just decamped. This individual looked extremely flustered; he was muttering to himself, striding purposefully, and looked like he might burst out crying at any moment. I took a fleeting fraction of a second to pity this abject figure and climbed in my black-interiored car to become immediately preoccupied by a near heat stroke. Scant seconds later I was pulling out of my much-prized parking spot and as I looked in the rearview I thought I saw the car parked in the space behind me had its break lights on. Surely NOT, I thought. I continued to pull out (fully out of the space now) and realized this dingbat was really BACKING RIGHT THE FUCK INTO ME. I laid on the horn and gunned it back into my spot and the idiot STILL MANAGED to hit me. Keep in mind I was blowing my horn the WHOLE TIME. Not one reaction.
Of course when I climb out of the car it was Disgruntled Dude. He then proceeded to break into those incipient tears. The damage to my bumper was superficial since I was HITTING THE GAS TO GET AWAY AS HE HIT ME, so I was all "meh, don't worry about it, it's just the paint, it's cool." He COULDN'T EVEN SPEAK. I guess this guy just failed a big test or his cat died. Sigh. Anyway, I then said to him "I'm getting back in the car, go eat something bad or have a drink, it's going to be ok. When I get in the car I am backing out again, ok?"
Yeah, he started backing out AGAIN as I backed out. I managed to escape this time without a trip to the ED.
I am currently having a drink.
Anyway ~fuckery of the most mundane order. Just so I can get it off my chest, though, the first hospital in North America was NOT built in Philadelphia because Benjamin Franklin thought it was a super cool idea. This is so racist I feel I don't need to explicate that. Even if you mean the first hospital built by North Americans who DIDN'T SPEAK SPANISH then you're still wrong because that would be the Hotel-Dieu de Quebec, you ignorant ass person not worth my time to educate! The factoid you wanted was first hospital IN AMERICA OR COLONIAL AMERICA. Colonial America might be too difficult of a concept for you, though.
So this happened:
Today after a very frustrating day (the above doesn't even really address the heart of this, that's just an outtake), I was pleased to sojourn into the parking lot to admire my most excellent premium space. I thought "today was shit, but hey, rock star parking! that's worth something." As I was being self-congratulatory over the most simple of pleasures, I see a very harried male student emerge from the building I had just decamped. This individual looked extremely flustered; he was muttering to himself, striding purposefully, and looked like he might burst out crying at any moment. I took a fleeting fraction of a second to pity this abject figure and climbed in my black-interiored car to become immediately preoccupied by a near heat stroke. Scant seconds later I was pulling out of my much-prized parking spot and as I looked in the rearview I thought I saw the car parked in the space behind me had its break lights on. Surely NOT, I thought. I continued to pull out (fully out of the space now) and realized this dingbat was really BACKING RIGHT THE FUCK INTO ME. I laid on the horn and gunned it back into my spot and the idiot STILL MANAGED to hit me. Keep in mind I was blowing my horn the WHOLE TIME. Not one reaction.
Of course when I climb out of the car it was Disgruntled Dude. He then proceeded to break into those incipient tears. The damage to my bumper was superficial since I was HITTING THE GAS TO GET AWAY AS HE HIT ME, so I was all "meh, don't worry about it, it's just the paint, it's cool." He COULDN'T EVEN SPEAK. I guess this guy just failed a big test or his cat died. Sigh. Anyway, I then said to him "I'm getting back in the car, go eat something bad or have a drink, it's going to be ok. When I get in the car I am backing out again, ok?"
Yeah, he started backing out AGAIN as I backed out. I managed to escape this time without a trip to the ED.
I am currently having a drink.