Jack (ass) in a(n) (SUV) Box
So, we went to Bristol today, right? And some stuff went down (and by stuff, I mean rain, mud, muck and general yuckiness), so we went home pretty early. So here we are, getting off the tollway onto 55, and what happens? Our IPass doesn't work. So here we are sitting at this toll booth trying to get through the blasted thing blocking us with jackasses behind us honking and not allowing us to back up and just pay the toll, so I roll down my window and ask the guy at the manual tollbooth next to us what we should do assuming they had some provision for such an occurance. The conversation went as follows:
Me: Excuse me? Our IPass isn't working ...
Attendent: Oh, just back up. *looks* Oh ... you can't.
Some Asshole: You back up! Get back in your booth!
Attendant: I can fix it, but for future reference, you need to stop back where everyone else does or it won't work.
Some Asshole: Quit helping them, asshole, make them hurry up!
I thanked the man and Aaron drove off, but I really REALLY wanted to back into this asshole's tinted window SUV and tell the attendant that he was wrong and I could back up, but I could understand how he got confused.
Seriously, though, people like that are just a drain on society. What do they do that's so important that makes them think they can talk down to anyone, let alone someone who's trying to help somebody out. I mean, holy fucking shit, you're going to have to wait at the toll booth a whole extra 30 seconds. I'm sure it's going to ruin your life. Your huge house and piece of shit yorkie certainly can't survive on their own for that much longer. You gotta hurry!
Christ. I swear, people get ten times more retarded in cars. I need to learn Kung Fu, and start dealing out vigilante justice. Jackassery earns you a broken jaw from now on. That'll learn 'em.
"You gotta fight for your right to par-tay."
Me: Excuse me? Our IPass isn't working ...
Attendent: Oh, just back up. *looks* Oh ... you can't.
Some Asshole: You back up! Get back in your booth!
Attendant: I can fix it, but for future reference, you need to stop back where everyone else does or it won't work.
Some Asshole: Quit helping them, asshole, make them hurry up!
I thanked the man and Aaron drove off, but I really REALLY wanted to back into this asshole's tinted window SUV and tell the attendant that he was wrong and I could back up, but I could understand how he got confused.
Seriously, though, people like that are just a drain on society. What do they do that's so important that makes them think they can talk down to anyone, let alone someone who's trying to help somebody out. I mean, holy fucking shit, you're going to have to wait at the toll booth a whole extra 30 seconds. I'm sure it's going to ruin your life. Your huge house and piece of shit yorkie certainly can't survive on their own for that much longer. You gotta hurry!
Christ. I swear, people get ten times more retarded in cars. I need to learn Kung Fu, and start dealing out vigilante justice. Jackassery earns you a broken jaw from now on. That'll learn 'em.
"You gotta fight for your right to par-tay."