A few recent reasons...
1: I went to a concert last week: Benton Paul and John Allred. It was an awesome show and thankfully we had got in line early enough to stake claim to a spot close to the stage. Our night was nearly ruined by a group of about four girls that we directly next to us. They must've be socially retarded, or at least stupid, because they talked through the entire show. Now when I say "talked", I don't mean they commented on the show or at least talked about the performers. They talked about school, dating, tv shows...everything but the concert. Ok, so I lied, they didn't talk through the whole show, the YELLED through the entire show. When I didn't think it could get worse one of the girls answered her phone and proceeded to attempt to carry on the call. I quote: "You're gonna need to talk louder, I can't hear you. The music is too loud." We did the socially respondible thing of giving glares, telling them to "shhh", and even asking nicely for them to keep it down....to no avail. When people talk during a concert I want to punch them in the face.
2: I was driving down to Utah County the other day. I had left in a reasonable amount of time so I wouldn't have to speed and I could take my time. Once I hit about Lehi the freeway came to a near standstill. My windshield was flooded with red tail lights. I didn't get frustrated, I thought it was a little blurp in traffic that would soon clear up. After a few minutes of 20 mph driving, I checked my nifty iPhone MAP application...it was solid red (red=bad traffic) for a long stretch of road. Fastforward about 30 minutes through my life, still occupied with bumper to bumper traffic. I glance over to the opposite side of the freeway where a wreck had occured...and low and beyond, not ten feet past the accident, the traffic cleared up and normal speeds resumed. Why is it that people feel the need to slow to frustrating speeds when they see flashing lights on the other side of the road? Does the hope of seeing human flesh across asphalt really require the need to slam on your brakes and take your time? Granted, I understand that people ought to slow down a little bit, heck, knock the speedomoter down to a calm 50 mph; I'm cool with that. There can be a pregnant lady with her hood open on the side of the road and people will sail past without even thinking; but the moment they see flashing lights and broken glass they'll slam on their brakes and turn their heads. I want to punch these people in the face.3: As a newly graduated college student, I've spent my fair share of income on fast food. I understand the types of people that work in fast food...I can sympathize, they don't want to work there. Rarely do I get more frustrated than when I pay for my meal in cash, reach out to collect my change, only to have them place bills in my hand followed by change. Without fail the change will slide right off the bills and either on the ground or in my lap. Is it too much to ask to reverse this order? Change THEN bills!!! Now thats "Change I can believe In." Unlike a dollar bill, the human palm is built perfectly to collect and store change. I repeat, CHANGE THEN BILLS!!! I want to punch these people in the face.
4: I went to a movie last night, Friday the 13th, with my friends Andre & Steve. The MPAA gave the show a "R" rating for "strong bloody violence, some graphic sexual content, language and drug material." As we purchased our tickets and handed them to the ticket taker guy, he asked us for our ID's. Granted, I'm often told that I look like a high school kid, so I've learned to deal with it. We enter the theater, take our seats, and watch the show. Let me tell ya it was well deserving of it's "R" rating. It was the typical "slasher" film. Even though the movie was disgusting at times, I was far more disgusted when I exited the theatre at the same time as a man with three kids, all no older than 12. Are you kidding me?! We try to see the movie and we're ID'ed, but a guy can bring his young kids and they get in scotch free. People like this shouldn't be allowed to have children. Again, I wanted to punch him in the face.
Thats all I've got right now. Do you have any?
This is amazing. A good punch in the face. Lots of people need this. I'll add people that have an entire cartful of food, and still insist on using self check-out. People who assume that because you are wearing a polo or a lanyard that you automatically work wherever you are currently shopping. People who do something annoying, but consider it to be ok if they apologize beforehand. And I'm going to again say Utah County Drivers. They need to be more than punched in the face. They should be shot.
ReplyDeleteHa, the self checkout fools...if you have a thousand bricks of cheese, thats 1,000 items, not 1. Get with the program.
ReplyDeleteIt hilarious that you always get asked if you work "here"...its always those dang keys hanging around your neck. You should just start to go with it.
"I know this is rude but..." If you know it's rude, don't say it. Keep it inside.
although i am a utah county driver.. i would agree they're retarded! coming home from work is a battle zone of stop and gos with no apparent reason!! and then some people feel that they need to go five under the speed limit in the fast lane.. it must be in the water..
ReplyDeleteI wanna punch the people in the face that abuse the english language...it's change THEN bills not change than bills dhead! MSN.
ReplyDeleteTouche, I fixed the change THEN bills faux pas. I will deduct my editors pay accordingly...oh wait, he doesn't get paid...and neither do I. You get what you pay for. Deal with it.
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