I am having one of those days.
I’m pissed off at nothing and everything.
For now, just stay out of my way.
Which gives me good motivation to write about things that piss me off, no matter if I’m having a good day or not. For some, fingernails going down a black board can send you to insanity. That doesn’t bother me, but this does…..I started to pull together thoughts for this blog yesterday when we were at Home Depot.
I needed to purchase a new toilet seat and wanted to get in and out of the store. Heading in I start towards the bathroom fixture area. Down the aisle I go and I hear following me:
I turn my head just enough to get a good peripheral look at the target. Just shoot me. If you don’t know how to properly wear your shoes, I suggest duct taping them on. (Can you get any lazier? Only if paired with your pajama pants.) We’re in Home Depot, they have an entire aisle devoted to adhesives, certainly I could find something to help keep your damn shoes on your feet.
They were slip on shoes, worn like fucking flip flops. If I don’t get away from you, I am going to beat you with your shoe. She was walking around like some dazed and confused twenty something….wondering where the designer jean aisle was located. Wrong store, you have to go to Seattle to find that aisle. In the meanwhile she was dazzled by all the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and certainly wondering to herself where the DJ was located.
Needless to say I hurried along, leaving my better half behind. I don’t have time for this today. Which leads me to when men don’t tie their hiking boots. A completely different sound:
Note: If you’re wearing the hiking boots for ankle support you are missing the mark. In high school it may have been cool to wear those yellow construction boots with the laces undone, but that was the past.
Welcome to the present!
You are impressing nobody but yourself.
The other thing that does me in every time I hear it are the shufflers. You know what I’m talking about. At least the smackers and clompers are some what picking up their feet. Although, as history has proven, this is not always the case. The shufflers aren’t doing anything but just that…shuffling. Dragging their feet across the ground.
Oh, they’re so heavy, these feet of mine.
If you can’t keep the flip flops or slip on shoes on your feet and walk like a proper homo-sapien, I suggest you purchase different shoes. Let me guess, when they showed you how to tie shoes in kindergarten you were out sick….well guess what? Velcro. Buy shoes with Velcro straps and do us all a favor.
The only thing worse than a flip flop shuffler is one wearing those idiotic Nike flip flops that look like shower shoes while wearing socks. It’s snowing outside, invest in some boots or sneakers (with Velcro). If it’s summer and you’re wearing socks with your flip flops, then I suggest you go see your doctor as it’s obvious you have a circulation issue in your extremities.
If there was any way for feet to look stupid….all of the above would be it.
After Home Depot, I had to exchange some glue at JoAnn’s Fabric. One cashier working and about six people in line. Sigh. Another cashier comes up and says she can help the next person in line at the register to the left.
A third cashier comes up and walks up to me and says she can assist the next person (that would be ME) at the register to the right. Wouldn’t you know it the woman behind me thought she meant HER?!
Okay, I admit it…. I am short. On a good day, I can stretch out to a 5’2. Don’t think my height disadvantage means you are going to walk on me. I will hip check you into the magazine rack. Not to mention my sharp, pointy elbows can be weapons. When necessary, I will bite your ankles, no doubt about it.
I immediately blocked Ms. I’m Next with my full featherweight division self and proceeded to exchange my glue.
Ms. I’m Next is a gum chewer.
Like a cow chewing it’s cud.
Or Mrs. Pickles licking her coochie.
It’s still there and I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. Keep it to yourself. I am not a willing participant. Christ.
Chew with your mouth closed. I don’t care what you’re eating. Nor do I need to see it. My better half chews gum like he’s a lion with peanut butter stuck to the roof of his mouth. Every time he starts I look at him and say the same thing:
“You’re killing me with the gum.”
Needless to say he knows to get rid of it. Immediately.
Last, but not least, one thing that has baffled me for years….
My office has been in a building with public restroom on the same floor as our office. It’s a restroom that quite a few tourists visit during the summer season. The women’s room has three stalls.
I can understand if you have had to pee so bad your back teeth are floating. When you finally hit the pot you let out a “whhhhewwwww.” What a relief. A near miss of an accident. I’ve been there myself. With a bladder the size of a lima bean, you can’t help but have to visit the Water Closet on a regular basis. So I completely understand that concept.
What kills me is the obvious problem women are having with pulling pants up or down, tearing off toilet paper, wiping butts and putting on coats. The sounds associated with those activities are unbelievable. You would think they’re at the gym and told to do ten sets of leg presses with 200 pound weights. Or they just missed seeing a baby in a stroller go by on the sidewalk. Better yet they were told to hold their breath for as long as they could and it’s now coming out like a burst balloon.
You get a woman in each of those stalls and it’s like a 3 part harmony. Good grief.
Once the summer season returns, I don’t even bother with the restroom on our floor, I go up one flight of stairs and use that one. Not only is it quiet but thankfully…there’s never a paper towel stuck to the door handle, water left running in the sink or trash on the floor.
People, you’re exhausting me. I think this could be a form of torture.
With that being said, I need to return the toilet seat to Home Depot – heaven help the poor soul who has to assist me. Just let me do the exchange and be on my way. After that, I’m stopping at Costco. If I want two of those cheese samples today, you best just hand them over lady.
Back away from the cheese samples…and nobody will get hurt.