Ruiner of worlds, aka me.
So, hey, apparently I'm just a fatass with bad eyes, waiting around to ruin your day! Also, I'm white, and that? Is everything that is wrong with today's society.
Let me tell you how I know all these things. Y'see, it all started when I was waiting for these four women to figure out how to work the train ticket machine and get the hell on with getting their tickets. I hate when people fuck around all day trying to figure out how to buy a ticket. It's not rocket science, jackasses. I hate it even more when a group of people mobs the damn ticket machine so that you have no hope of getting anywhere near it before the train comes. And since they were, in fact, taking their sweet fucking time, I sat down on the ledge behind them to wait out their intense and high-pressure decision making processes.
When they finally finished, I hopped up to get my ticket, and apparently this angered the man who thought he was next in line. To be honest, I was reading and listening to music so I hadn't noticed him or else I would've stood up sooner and made sure he didn't have the opportunity to be a jackass (I like to cut people off before they try stupid shit, it saves me time and amsuses me by frustrating them). Regardless, I was still next in line because I'd been there longer than Angry Man. Unperturbed, I went ahead with purchasing my ticket, listening joyfully as he contintued to rant away at me. And since he could only pick at the obvious flaws, he decided he needed to explain the following things to me:
And you know what makes no sense? He was in such a gotdamned hurry to buy his ticket that I was screwing up his entire day, nay, his entire life, and then he didn't even get on the train. He left for parts unknown as soon as he had his ticket in hand. Whuh?
::sigh:: So, even though I'm mightily confused by Angry Man's actions, at least I still have his words to comfort me in the cold darkness of the night.
Let me tell you how I know all these things. Y'see, it all started when I was waiting for these four women to figure out how to work the train ticket machine and get the hell on with getting their tickets. I hate when people fuck around all day trying to figure out how to buy a ticket. It's not rocket science, jackasses. I hate it even more when a group of people mobs the damn ticket machine so that you have no hope of getting anywhere near it before the train comes. And since they were, in fact, taking their sweet fucking time, I sat down on the ledge behind them to wait out their intense and high-pressure decision making processes.
When they finally finished, I hopped up to get my ticket, and apparently this angered the man who thought he was next in line. To be honest, I was reading and listening to music so I hadn't noticed him or else I would've stood up sooner and made sure he didn't have the opportunity to be a jackass (I like to cut people off before they try stupid shit, it saves me time and amsuses me by frustrating them). Regardless, I was still next in line because I'd been there longer than Angry Man. Unperturbed, I went ahead with purchasing my ticket, listening joyfully as he contintued to rant away at me. And since he could only pick at the obvious flaws, he decided he needed to explain the following things to me:
- I need better glasses - because I didn't notice (or care) that he was trying to jump in front of me.
- I need to go on a diet, because apparently that had a lot to do with the situation. My response to this was, "Ok!" in a really perky voice.
- "See, this is what's wrong with white people." What, that they ride the train? I know, man, I know. If only we could force Whitey to walk 100 blocks to work, the world would be a better place. No famine, no disease, no Pat Robertson...
- To paraphrase, "If it was somebody else, they would have said something different." Really? Now, that is shocking information. What he meant was someone else might not have been as nice as he was about the whole thing. Because, you know, telling someone you don't even know that they need to go on a diet and outrageously overreacting when you're the one who's in the wrong? Is exactly my definition of sane and calm.
And you know what makes no sense? He was in such a gotdamned hurry to buy his ticket that I was screwing up his entire day, nay, his entire life, and then he didn't even get on the train. He left for parts unknown as soon as he had his ticket in hand. Whuh?
::sigh:: So, even though I'm mightily confused by Angry Man's actions, at least I still have his words to comfort me in the cold darkness of the night.