Reason I hate people #431
I had a doctor’s appointment on Friday. I was waiting in line to check in, and as usual I'm giving the person in front of me some breathing room. You know, a couple feet of air so that I'm not peering over the guy's shoulder. This woman walks in. Walks straight up past me like I'm invisible, and parks herself right in front of me as though she's next in line. Her purse bumps into me, and she turns around like I'm the tailgater who just came out of nowhere.
I return the favor of ignoring her, and she starts having a conversation with her husband who's on the other side of the waiting room, clearly showing no interest in being anywhere near her. She seems to have a problem with the parking arrangements outside. The Hospital is having some work done on the main entrance, so everyone is using the back door, which means we all have to walk around to the back where there is an extremely limited amount of parking.
"Did you see how many handicap parking spots there were?"
No response from husband.
"There were 17 handicap spots out there."
"So?"
"What kind of place needs 17 handicap spots?"
Um, how about a hospital you stupid hag?!! I mean I really can't think of any place that could need an army of handicap spots more than a hospital. In addition to disabled patrons, you've got all the geriatrics showing up, cause hey, old people need to see the doctor too, witch.
I really wanted to throttle this woman. I hope she was there to get some really good happy pills. The possibility that she already has untreatable violent tendencies was the only thing that kept me from telling her to shut her cake-hole.
When I left the building at 4:45 on a Friday, 7 of the 17 handicap spots were being used. What a bitch.
I return the favor of ignoring her, and she starts having a conversation with her husband who's on the other side of the waiting room, clearly showing no interest in being anywhere near her. She seems to have a problem with the parking arrangements outside. The Hospital is having some work done on the main entrance, so everyone is using the back door, which means we all have to walk around to the back where there is an extremely limited amount of parking.
"Did you see how many handicap parking spots there were?"
No response from husband.
"There were 17 handicap spots out there."
"So?"
"What kind of place needs 17 handicap spots?"
Um, how about a hospital you stupid hag?!! I mean I really can't think of any place that could need an army of handicap spots more than a hospital. In addition to disabled patrons, you've got all the geriatrics showing up, cause hey, old people need to see the doctor too, witch.
I really wanted to throttle this woman. I hope she was there to get some really good happy pills. The possibility that she already has untreatable violent tendencies was the only thing that kept me from telling her to shut her cake-hole.
When I left the building at 4:45 on a Friday, 7 of the 17 handicap spots were being used. What a bitch.
posted by Sylow_P | 8:22 AM
19 Comments:
Haha i liked what u said about that woman :P!!!!!
My biggest peeve is like you said, you stood a few feet from the guy in front of you giving him space, usually the person behind me is breathing down my neck. They can't seem to pick up on the fact that i've got some distance between me and Joe #1. This always happends to me. I got coughed on, sneezed on..."DYAMIND!!?"
And what are the other 430 reasons why you hate people? I have to compare your notes with my husband's list.
It's people like that, that well ruin a perfectly good day. I'm sorry that this happened. I wish I could fix all the ignorant and impolite people out there, but I can't. I just have to figure out a way to market my ability to give everyone the royal brush off.
Who says there are ONLY 431 reasons I hate people? Actually, for lists like this I like to count using primes. It gives me more of an appearance of someone you should stay away from. I mean, would you wanna mess with a guy who counts in prime numbers?
That's a good idea. Most people would run screaming if you mentioned prime numbers. I think you are onto something. Now if you had crazy Einstein hair and mumbled to yourself about prime numbers...
Wait! I thought paintergirl was one of the anonymous cyberbloggers. How does she know what you look and act like???!!
I shaved my head once in Lousiana. I know the mumbling freaks out my wife when I start getting angry, but I can't decide if crazy Einstein hair is worse than the 1/8th of an inch buzz cut.
I know my husband thinks he looks like a scary killer when he shaves his head, but it's hard to pull it off when you wear a Calvin Klein shirt. Sorry. You just look like a mad fashionable guy. I'll always think Einstein, now I'll say Charles Manson hair makes me run in the other direction.
There was a time when I felt that the shaved head thing would be a good look for me - as it turns out
Sylow - I'm shocked that you allowed her to jump the line. She should have been loudly reprimanded for such impertinence. In fact - you're American - you should have shot her.
Oh, man, do I HEAR what your saying. I laughed out loud about her utter disbelief in the handicapped pkg. spaces outside a HOSPITAL. Dumbass. SOme folks are so friggin self absorbed it's amazing.
I HATE the people (usually bitties) that are behind me in the grocery check out. They're always bumping into my back and trying to muscle me out of their way as I load the belt, pay, bag and cart away. On two recent occasions I've had to speak to these imbeciles and order them to back it up.
They usually look at me like I have an eye in the middle of my forehead. but it works. People don't expect confrontation. I can get really nasty when it comes to being rushed when I'm already rushing.
bitches.
Let's all join hands now boys and girls and sing Kum bi yah (have no idea how to spell that).
The world is overpopulated and the majority of the people voted for George Bush so I am not surprised at the amount of assholes one runs into whether at the grocery store, hospital, movie theater or PTA meeting.
These assholes vote and drive cars. Making life difficult here in these United States for those of us with a modicum of courtesy, sanity and intelligence.
Whenever I end up dealing w/ a nasty person like this lady, I try to think about how much worse it could possibly be. I always ask myself, "Man, I wonder what it's like being married to her?"
When I was little and it would rain when the sun was shining, my birth mom would always say, "The devil's beating his wife." That saying always confused me because who would be dumb enough to marry the devil, anyway? Now that I'm older, I know that anybody can convince someone to marry him or her. There are lot of suckers in the world.
just in case you are thinking it...she's not talking about me.
are you sure about that? just because you two have the mind-meld thing going...
Sparklestone might be a devil, but if he ever tried to beat his wife, she'd turn him into a castrated devil post-haste.
She's handy with kitchen knives, if you know what I mean.
Sylow's right. I am outclassed.
Once I was flipping a kitchen knife and dropped it through my foot.
Knowing you, I'd bet $5 you still flip kitchen knive with some regular frequency; like whenever Miss Kate isn't there to smack you.
For the record, Sparkleangle is not the devil. I had been married to a devil or two, but I'm much smarter now.
How do you think I got so handy with the weaponry?
actually i would be hoping she was getting a papsmear from an intern... but i think i'm a little more vicious than you are.
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