Monday, September 8, 2008
Are you kidding pregnant teenaged pizza shop girl?
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Are you kidding political facebooker?
Monday, July 28, 2008
Are you kidding MTV reality show alumni?
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Are you kidding fat lady escalator blocker?
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Are you kidding Moe's Southwest Grill?
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Are you kidding A-Rod?
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Are you kidding delivery man with no pen?
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Are you kidding elevator door opener?
I thought the person who rode the elevator to the third floor was the worst person to ride with. Lazy. Selfish. How could it get worse? But you, elevator door opener proved me wrong. When I step into that small box that transports me from floor 1 to 25, I want to get out of there as quickly as possible. Sure, some elevators have TV in them, but after riding a couple of times the stories rerun. (Plus they are written for really slow readers. Is 3 lines about how Anne Hathaway's ex-boyfriend stole money from
Monday, June 23, 2008
Are you kidding morning peep show frequenter?
Friday, May 30, 2008
Are you kidding broken subway card holder?
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Are you kidding douche bag in the club?
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Are you kidding Spoiled Attractive Lady on the Bus?
Let’s face it, women are spoiled...especially the attractive ones. Attractive women can get pretty much whatever they want, and they know it. When I see a good looking woman coming into a store after me I wait there to hold the door open in the rain with no umbrella. When there is an attractive woman waiting on my table I tip more than I should. When an attractive woman is talking to me at the bar and I know that it is only because she wants me to buy her a drink I buy her that drink. And when there is an attractive woman on the corner of the street asking me if I have 5 minutes for the children I always say “Of course I do, the children are our future” even though the starving children of Djibouti are not in the top 10,000 of things that worry me when I wake up in the morning. There are some instances, however, that simply cross the line. One of these line crossing events happened to me this morning. As I was sitting on the bus with my iPod doing my morning crossword puzzle, I notice a very attractive woman somewhere between the ages of 27-35 standing in front of me, looking at me, and moving her lips. I took my iPod off and asked if she was talking to me, to which she replies “Can I sit here?” I looked around noticing there were no seats available on the bus, but also watched her walk onto the bus without a limp and she was obviously not pregnant given the fact that her surgically enhanced funbags were daring me to see if they made a noise when squeezed. When I finally realized that she did not want to sit on my lap and talk about the first thing that popped up, I replied that I was sorry but I was busy doing the crossword and needed to sit to do that. Are you kidding spoiled attractive lady on the bus? I wake up earlier every morning because experience has taught me that if you get to the bus stop before 7:40 am you can get a seat on the bus, thus enabling me to do my crossword puzzle. Get to the bus stop after 7:40 and the rush hour crowd forces you to stand for your commute with all the peons and blue collar people. I have 2 female bosses that I report to. I have seen my company’s performance goals and know that part of my bonus hinges on a certain percentage of employees in my department being female and “persons of color”. Aside from the obvious questioning of whether or not “persons of color” is an appropriate term after the Civil Rights Movement, I feel like I have given enough of myself to attractive women over the years and this was one battle that I simply refused to lose. I immediately got quite angry and had to calm myself by thinking what another great American would do…and I am pretty sure that I made a choice that would make Al Bundy proud. Al would never let Peg sit in his seat on the couch, even if she promised never to bring Marcy D’Arcy over to the house again. Al would never get up off his seat on the couch even if Kelly was having her friends over for the Hawaiian Tropic Video Shoot and needed to sit on that very couch. I am pretty sure Al Bundy would feel the exact same way I or any other rational American that is not a spoiled attractive woman would feel: If a woman can be my boss, take half my assets for doing nothing more than simply fulfilling my manly needs, and run for the President on the United States, then she can damn sure stand her ass up on the bus.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Are you kidding American Airlines?
Friday, May 2, 2008
Are you kidding slow driver in the left hand lane?
So I was driving back home from school on the freeway expecting a smooth ride. But instead I'm stuck behind you. Are you kidding me slow drivers in the left hand lane? 55 mph. Really? You're like a kidney stone when I'm trying to pee. I know you aren't a sixteen year old student driver anymore, I can see your handicap tag hanging from your mirror as I angrily stare at the back of your 1995 Volkswagen Passat. (Maybe it's time for an upgrade.) But I assume that over the last fifty years or so you would have perhaps noticed that slower traffic goes into the right or middle lane. This isn't some new rule like not looking at internet porn on work computers. Just move over. It's not that hard. You would think the flurry of cars whizzing past you would have been a sign. "Just go around me. I'm not hurting anyone" you say? But the fact of the matter is you are disrupting my drive, and that slow driver in the left hand lane hurts. Besides if I felt like passing someone on the right I'll go for a jog on the indoor track and run past the fat people doing their weekly half-mile. (Sure the half mile helps. But not eating a box of Thin Mints in a single sitting might help too. I know they're good. But a whole box?) And what about when you're driving slow in your white Crown Victoria? In case you haven't noticed, your car perfectly resembles a police cruiser. I see the back of your car and slow down. No, it's not funny. I'm going to drive around your block playing the ice cream man song, so every time you run outside and get disappointed you know how I feel. So thank you slow driver in the left hand lane, you and the constant need to pee every time I just passed an exit, ruined my drive home.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Are you kidding Princess Toadstool?
Monday, April 28, 2008
Are you kidding GUTS winner?
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Are you kidding 3rd floor elevator rider?
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Are you kidding person who puts single ply toilet paper in their bathroom?
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Are you kidding iTunes?
Are you kidding driver of a smelly cab?
Monday, April 21, 2008
Are you kidding foreign family on my flight home?
I was flying home from a training and I was excited because I caught the earlier flight home. (No it wasn't from San Diego and no naked people popped out of my bathroom like a magic show) When I boarded and went to my seat there was already someone occupying the chair. I was fine and calm about it, but the man in my seat was speaking a language I didn't understand and it was difficult to communicate with him. When I tried to tell him that the he was in my seat, he just pointed to the middle seat in the row behind me and said that I could sit there. I said I didn't care where his seat was, I needed to sit in the aisle, and the isle seat he was in was mine. So the man nodded and unbuckled his belt like he was going to move. But instead of moving back to his seat he decided to move over one seat and fit him, his wife, and their eight year old son in the two other seats in the row. I thought that it was a little strange, and they kept on giving me dirty/weird looks, but I tried to ignore them. Once we took off I tried falling asleep but I worked it out in my head that as soon as I shut my eyes he was going to kill me. Needless to say I couldn't sleep even though I was dead tired. I then pulled out my laptop to watch The Office DVD, because if anyone could help a situation like this it was Dwight Schrute. About half way through the Valentine's Day episode (great episode by the way) the kid started throwing Sun Chips at my computer. Now I'm a big fan of whole grain snacks, just not when they're across my keyboard. After I shoot the dad my best "what the hell" look, instead of apologizing, the dad just reaches over and removes the chips like nothing happens. After snack time was over, the kid decides to lay across his parents lap so that his feet were next to my leg. And then the kicking started. The little bastard was constantly kicking my leg for a good 20 min. After I shot the dad the tenth "what the fu*k" glare (I upgraded because I was starting to get pissed) he finally caught on. He turned the kid to sit upright . When he did he started kicking the seat in front of him so much that the lady in front of us turns around and starts screaming at them, and I haven't heard someone scream like that after a kick since Ray Finkel's "kick heard round the world" in Ace Ventura. After that things settled down for a good 10/15 minutes and I thought that it was all over. Oh how I was mistaken. The little boy, who reminded me Mowgli from the Jungle Book, decided that he needed to go to the bathroom. But instead of waiting, he decided the time was right to drop his pants right there in the aisle. So now sitting in the row are me, the two parents, and the half naked eight year old. I tried to ignore it but I was getting yelled at by the dad because my computer was in Mowgli's way to the aisle. Once I get up the half naked boy runs down the aisle of the plane. At this point I call for the flight attendant who sees how pissed I am, and the half naked boy running up and down the aisle, and tells me that she'll go get some club soda. Club soda? Why would I need club soda? Because the flight attendant informs me she thinks I've been peed on. So I start looking all over my pants to find the stain. Luckily my pants were not soiled, however my flying experience clearly was.