Hello fellow annoyed people! Time for some shallow kvetching about the minor irritations everyone experiences. Every. Damn. Day.
It’s been a while since I’ve been able to find time to lay out my personal annoyances in this space. Life happens, and while I do stop to yell at the occasional cloud, I do not have time to search ‘the Cloud’ for everyone’s bullshit bellyaching. If the tardiness of this iteration bothers you, just tweet (or Gab) me: @LunaticRex. Use the hashtag #OMYAC if you can remember that in your peacock-like displays of outrage. I can’t remember shit in mine.
Also, I notice some wrestling or fighting outfit has started using the hashtag. All’s fair in Twitter and… well, that doesn’t really work. Anyway, tag me.
The other day I had to go to the DMV to get my new sticker for this year. It was the penultimate day they were open for business before mine expired. The place I went is quite efficient and quick, and I really haven’t much to complain about (apart from taxation being theft, but here we are). Here’s the thing: The parking lot was in terrible disrepair, it was full of vehicles from the building to the street, and the front spaces were all taken up by VIN Inspection, Official Vehicles Only, and ADA spaces. ADA is cool, but we pay these county employees through our taxes and they get the spaces closest to the building (and in the afternoon shade)? What am I missing here?
I was on the interstate last week and my lanes all came to a grinding slow crawl. A couple miles later, there was a guy going the other way who had crashed his Jeep into the concrete barricades separating the highway. Cops were there, guy was looking at his car and talking on his phone, ambulance coming (also on the other side of the concrete wall). Not a bit of shrapnel on the northbound side where I was. Why do people slow down a fucking interstate to check if there’s gore? Those fuckers are why I write this stuff.
OK, I’ll stop. It’s time to redress some grievances other people have. I’m just too damn easy going to fill an entire post with my irritations. Y’all know me.
CDP is frustrated by envelopes and cards being separated from the way nature intended them to be in stores because people are assholes. Well, C, CDP, oh, see, I would be too. I used to buy cards. This is why I stopped.
I don’t know what Leigh means here, but I’m going to look into it. Sounds dangerous to remain ignorant on this one.
Alex hates meetings late on a Friday. Who wants to tell her?
Just kidding, Alex. These bastards are worse than almost any other subspecies of humans. The sadistic fuckers love it, too. They know normals hate that shit and they schedule those infernal meetings just to get under our skin. Makes me reconsider the idea of suspending habeas corpus. That’s Latin for ‘hung, drawn, and quartered’ right?
Our genius editor-in-chief Rebecca gets impatient behind people who walk slowly. This is maybe the thing that gets under my skin most regularly. Why does everybody fucking stroll in a Walmart? Just put your shit in the basket, hit one of the three open registers, and get the hell out of my way.
And Mo wraps that up here. It culminates in one of my favorite things to bitch about: When you go to grocery store and groups of people who clearly know each other hang out in front of the eggs or Chef-Boy-Ardee or whatever. I always think (and sometimes say) ‘Why don’t you fuckers just have a garden party? You’re interrupting commerce and bothering me. MOVE!’
I went to the city a couple times in the past week. That never fails to remind me why I don’t live in the city. Amid all the other hassles (which some people call ‘other people’), I got behind a driver in an SUV who moved well into the lane and then switched on the signal. Not all that helpful, girlfriend.
I do like some things about the city. There’s Whataburger. And Chick-fil-A. And… that’s about it. But then, there’s also downtown. And the county lockup. And all sorts of maddening people all over the damn place.
I would carp about the newly completed road-widening project that should be a 45 or even 50 MPH stretch but still has the 35 signs up… alas, I’m already a bit long here. If that bothers you, you know what to do. @LunaticRex #OMYAC
Until next time mes amis,
Just a gaggle of people from all over who have similar interests and loud opinions mixed with a dose of humor. We met on Twitter.