The appointment I had ran a little late. The bus line that I needed to use only runs once every hour on Sundays, so if I missed the bus I had hoped to make I would be stuck for a while. I was really hoping to get some chores done at home before a reasonable hour so I really wanted to make that bus.
I reached into my pocket for my phone- my standard way of telling time for more than a decade now- and I notice it had died while I was in my appointment. Yeah, I forgot to plug it into the charger last night. Hardly the most offensive of mistakes that a person might make, still, I was kicking myself over it.
I’m a few blocks from the bus stop. The bus comes at 3:35 (sometimes it’s a minute early). I look around for a town clock- maybe in that courtyard over there? I look through the windows of the shops as I walk by- maybe there’s a clock on the wall that I can see? Ah! Saved. There’s a guy walking toward me and I can see that he is wearing a watch.
So, I ask him what the time was that was on his watch- awkward phrasing I know, but I just wanted to remind him that he was indeed wearing a watch. I certainly would not have phrased the question that way if he was not visibly wearing a watch.
Know how he answered me? Know how this asshole answered another human being in need making a simple request?
He says, “Does anyone really know what time it is? Does anyone really care?”
Well, FUCKER, actually YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS- YOU’RE THE ONE WEARING A FUCKING WATCH! And does anyone really care? I FUCKING CARE OTHERWISE I WOULDN’T HAVE ASKED!
This fucktard was like one of those handful of SDMBD-Bags who have to piss on any healthy Pit Thread about slow walkers or drivers who go the exact speed limit in the passing lane with their sanctimonious bullshit of “Why are you in such a rush anyway?” and “With the average length of a commute, you’d only get there five minutes earlier!” Guess what people, some of us have lives and we have places to be!
So, I ask someone else, someone not visibly wearing a watch. This person was kind enough to reach into his pocket to pull out his phone and tell me the time- you know, like ANY CIVILIZED PERSON WOULD DO!
Turns out I had time to make my bus. As I walked away, I turned my face back to give one more hate-glare at the dirty layabout who couldn’t give me the time of day. What do I see? I pretty lady saying to him that her diamond watch had stopped cold dead- and, baby what a big surprise, he gives her the same douchey chorus he gave me! (Yeah, it was entirely unnecessary and kind of obnoxious for her to specifically mention that it was a diamond watch- but still doesn’t excuse his obnoxiousness.)
This is one of those guys who looks like he never worked a day in his life, probably mooching off his girlfriend dreaming of the day his band will get off the ground, avoiding all responsibility and making no contribution to society. His ill-founded undergrad philosophy allows him to feel morally superior to the rest of us who he believes “push and shove trying to beat the clock”. Get a fucking job, hippie.
And you know what, I actually do know how to find time to relax, I’ll be spending saturday in the park. But on days when I have actual responsibilities, I have to know what time it is.
I realize this was a lot of cussing outside The Pit. I cuss a lot. It’s a hard habit to break.
I’d apologize, but this guy made me so mad it’s hard for me to say I’m sorry.
