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Post by Zer0 on Apr 2, 2009 7:13:34 GMT -5
Some of you have probably noticed that I've been posting fairly infrequently. My current job has me working 6 days a week and is fairly stressing. I only get Sundays off; which sucks, because I prefer days off in the middle of the week. There are less people out and about.... So I've decided to vent my general annoyances below:
-CHILDREN DO NOT GIVE YOU AN EZ-PASS TO DO WHATEVER YOU WANT. I wish I had a nickel for every time I saw a fucking lady with a crotch-dropping refuse to move her ass, take up a whole aisle of a store because she chose to stand right then and there to breast feed or put the baby to sleep. I don't care about seeing a boob. Just get the fuck out of my way.
-Also in this category, teach your brats to behave. Screaming in public when I was a kid was considered to be shameful and embarassing. My mother would KICK MY ASS if I threw a tantrum in public. Why did it become normal now?
-Sweatpants are for home-wear... or if you are at risk of being late for your college class.... Not to go wearing day-to-day in public.
-Spandex wear, if you're attractive or not, should be illegal.
-Little old ladies should just stay at home. Period.
-Checks are obsolete. Stop writing them.
Add your comments/rantings below.
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Post by Der Metzgermeister on Apr 2, 2009 18:56:12 GMT -5
Uh, uh, I wanna post mine too: No matter how many fool-proof signs teaching people how to use the pay-phone you put... they will anyway ask you how to use it...
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Post by Zer0 on Apr 3, 2009 6:59:05 GMT -5
People still use pay phones?
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Post by Der Metzgermeister on Apr 3, 2009 22:20:27 GMT -5
Yes. Even if they have one, two or even three mobiles, they still use the pay phones. I don't get it. XD
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Post by Ultra Juke Joint Jezebel on Apr 4, 2009 20:41:49 GMT -5
There are a shortage of children out there who don't act like brats in public. I worked at a pet store for 9 years, so, trust me, I know. Fortunately, my friends who have kids don't have brats.
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Post by Zer0 on Apr 5, 2009 9:39:17 GMT -5
I'm glad there's still hope out there.
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Post by 5m4llP0X on Apr 5, 2009 15:10:38 GMT -5
This issue could be resolved if parents could be disciplined by others for being inconsiderate.
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Post by Zer0 on Apr 6, 2009 6:00:10 GMT -5
I support a law that allows me to throw eggs at publicly crying children.
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Post by Der Metzgermeister on Apr 6, 2009 21:32:43 GMT -5
I support spanking and nagging parents.
Fuck child psychology, that shit didn't worked for me.
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Post by badluckshadow13 on Apr 13, 2009 10:03:32 GMT -5
*sigh* You may notice that in my earlier comics my characters had smaller heads. I drew them with quarters. My biggest heads are generally drawn with my lucky silver dollar. I'd been drawing a lot of bigger heads of late, and I even have a lot of un-inked comics drawn using them right now.
Last night I was out and drawing on my menu. I ended up leaving my fucking silver dollar on the table. I left my pencil sharpener too. The sharpener's there, the waitress took my coin.
We tipped with the fucking credit card! Even if we hadn't, what sort of freak tips with a Morgan silver dollar?
I'm not the fucking Easter bunny!
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Post by Zer0 on Apr 13, 2009 19:32:35 GMT -5
I hope you demanded it back. I would have.
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Post by Ultra Juke Joint Jezebel on Apr 15, 2009 15:00:50 GMT -5
Damn... Sounds like an emergency trip to the bank is in order!
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Post by badluckshadow13 on Apr 15, 2009 17:58:04 GMT -5
I hope you demanded it back. I would have. I called them and the waitress brought it back. I'd like to say it's given me faith in humanity, but she was probably nervous her boss would be mad if she didn't.
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Post by Ultra Juke Joint Jezebel on Apr 25, 2009 5:02:34 GMT -5
Wooooo! The rightful order has been restored.
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Post by Zer0 on Jun 5, 2009 10:01:20 GMT -5
UGH! I fucking hate people who get pissed at you for forgetting their birthday when they make NO ATTEMPT at reminding you or hinting that it's even coming up.
Just had to let that one out.
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Post by badluckshadow13 on Jul 1, 2009 6:52:26 GMT -5
I have a weird schedule normally even, but today I happened to be up at 6. Mind still addled from sleep I turned on the glass-top stove and decided to make an awesome sandwich. (I feel it's important to point out now, I can't cook with stoves, I like cooking with cheap pans over fires. I also can't cook in general) Well, you know those things people's mothers are supposed to have taught them at some point? Such as, "grease is bad be very careful with hot grease," well mine must never have gotten around to it. I didn't exactly set anything on fire, I did manage to give my self a few new small burns and set off the fire alarm though. I freaked out about the fire alarm. I don't like loud surprising noises, they surprise me. I also don't know how to turn my fire alarm off. So I broke it instead. In retrospect, taking out the batteries might have been a wiser decision... That taken care of, it suddenly occurred to me that I'd left the stove on. With the pan on it. I got the thing off and dumped the sandwich on a plate in the next room over. I could care less about the pan, but at just a glance I could see I'd gotten metal on the glass stove-top. Spent like a half an hour looking for ways to get it off because it's not my oven. After going through a couple dozen outlandish methods online (who the hell keeps a straight razor handy while cooking?) I decided to check the owner's manual. Naturally that fucker was long gone.
After a good 45 minutes of scraping and scrubbing, I had cleaned the burnt stuff of the stove. Went into the other room only to discover that my dog had eaten the sandwich.
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Post by Zer0 on Jul 1, 2009 7:46:23 GMT -5
LMFAO I think you have accurately described every day of my life: EPIC FAIL.
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Post by badluckshadow13 on Jul 1, 2009 8:44:46 GMT -5
I was really hungry too... damn dog.
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Post by Zer0 on Aug 21, 2009 8:39:46 GMT -5
I really fucking hate old people. I can't tell you the number of times where they make me late (via public transportation) but then come into my store and demand instant service. And I'm tired of smelling unchanged Depends on the bus. NASTY.
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