Despite what I say/type sometimes, I'm really a nice person. I just bitch and moan about things as a hobby...and I hate people as a hobby. It's not like I truly hate them, it's just a fun-loving, teasing kind of hate. I guess that's why I like Louis CK so much. I can relate to a lot of his views--not all, but a lot. I also pick out people to hate when I'm waiting in line at various places. It helps pass the time. The grocery store is the usual place for me to start seething with hatred. I usually target the method of payment people choose. Like when some prick whips out a checkbook. I sit there thinking That's right, caveman, chisel your signature into that slab like it's the fuckin' Stone Age. I hope he gets gored by some horned beast. Not like I'm in a hurry to go home and jerk off. Don't you know that we're trying to save trees around here? Pay with cash or debit and go the hell home.
Another thing I don't get is when people pay for packs of gum or something with credit cards. Whitey McCrackerson here is so afraid of being mugged by a black guy that he refuses to carry any money in his pocket and instead pays with credit. What he doesn't realize is that he's being silently mugged by his card company because he's paying 15% interest on Strident. And it holds up the line with him waiting to be approved and having to sign off on it and everything.
Good news, though. The dog I posted about previously has found a home. My neighbor really liked her and decided to adopt her, which is fine with me. I know he'll take care of her.
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