F em All
Dear ass-hats of Westport. Specifically those ass-hats on Westport Road between the hours of 3:30 and 4:30, near the QT and the Jimmy Johns.
I hate you all.
Now hate is a strong word... I understand that... that's why I have reserved it for you.
I had a flat tire on my shoulder, I am drenched from laying on the ground to remove said tire, I have two dogs on a leash (because we had just come from the groomers) and not a single person stopped to see if I needed help. Not one.
In full rush hour traffic, not one woman not one guy with a truck, not one person rolled down their window to see if I was ok... even if they didn't intended to stop. I walked over 10 blocks... no one would even look me in the eye.
The only person that came to see if I needed anything was a man who if I wouldn't have seen him walk off his front porch, I would have assumed was homeless. I wish this was one of those happy Christmas stories where I had a present in the glove box to give him when he rescued me... but alas it wasn't. But he did keep me from getting run over as countless Jettas almost murdered me.
It's almost Christmas and not one single person... out of hundreds upon hundreds of people couldn't care to give me the time of day.
...I live in Independence, and no matter what anyone says about the city or the people in it, I wouldn't have gone 5 minutes without someone offering me help, a ride home, a warm cup of hot chocolate or the shirt off their back.
3 hours later, 2 tire repair centers later all is well... although I'm not sure my shirt will ever recover. blargh.
I hate you all.
Now hate is a strong word... I understand that... that's why I have reserved it for you.
I had a flat tire on my shoulder, I am drenched from laying on the ground to remove said tire, I have two dogs on a leash (because we had just come from the groomers) and not a single person stopped to see if I needed help. Not one.
In full rush hour traffic, not one woman not one guy with a truck, not one person rolled down their window to see if I was ok... even if they didn't intended to stop. I walked over 10 blocks... no one would even look me in the eye.
The only person that came to see if I needed anything was a man who if I wouldn't have seen him walk off his front porch, I would have assumed was homeless. I wish this was one of those happy Christmas stories where I had a present in the glove box to give him when he rescued me... but alas it wasn't. But he did keep me from getting run over as countless Jettas almost murdered me.
It's almost Christmas and not one single person... out of hundreds upon hundreds of people couldn't care to give me the time of day.
...I live in Independence, and no matter what anyone says about the city or the people in it, I wouldn't have gone 5 minutes without someone offering me help, a ride home, a warm cup of hot chocolate or the shirt off their back.
3 hours later, 2 tire repair centers later all is well... although I'm not sure my shirt will ever recover. blargh.