Rants of the miniature variety

The BBQ Pit
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[QUOTE=Dr. Drake]
A hearty “fuck you” to the guy who pulled a knife on me at 4:48 p.m. at the Old Town trolley station today. Why did he do so, you may well ask? Because his fat, loud, pushy sister refused to wait for people to get off of the very full train before she got on, and I told her to do so.

To paint a fuller picture: this is one of the “new” trolley cars, where bicycles have to be in the middle, basically getting in everyone’s way. I had a bicycle, and everyone else had the choice of waiting for me to move or using one of the other three doors. Letting everyone who is leaving get off, and then everyone who is waiting get on, that is the most sensible way to make it work for everyone. The brassy woman was so eager to get on that she was literally shoving me out of the way so she could climb around my bicycle’s tires, which seems unnecessarily aggressive and unfair to the people behind me who were getting hit with filthy bicycle parts.

Yes, I was less polite than I should have been. I didn’t swear, but I did lecture: not my place, not helpful. I know. I’m not the transit police and I’m not in charge of teaching the world manners. All right, I’ll say it, I was rude. But mild-mannered, standing-up-for-civilization rude. Fuck you for escalating it, fuck you for scaring me, fuck you for reinforcing the stereotype of the young black thug, and fuck you for not pausing three seconds to think about the whole situation. And fuck your sister for her ridiculous sense of entitlement and the stupid notion that an extra thirty seconds on a trolley car that isn’t leaving for another five minutes would make a difference.

(And a mild “fuck you” to everyone who witnessed the scene but did nothing, and also a genuine thank you to Young Thug’s friends who prevented any actual violence. Why are you hanging out with this loser?)
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Shit, Dr. Drake, I’m glad you’re okay! Or, rather, I *hope * you’re okay, as I imagine that having a knife pulled on you can be emotionally jarring, to say the least. Sorry you had to encounter those cunt-droppings.

For what it’s worth, I don’t think you’d be wrong to take solace in the very distinct possibility that, if what you experienced is typical behavior for this dingleberry (and I’m guessing that it is), he’ll be either dead or in prison in a matter of a few short years.

So, obviously, I second your rant. Except, maybe, for that part about you being rude. I don’t know what you said, but your description of “standing-up-for-civilization rude” doesn’t strike me as particularly rude.

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Darling Husband,

Thank you so much for cleaning out the cat box. But did you have to do it at 6:30 AM, which is that critical time when Spencer wants to wake up for the day, but will go back to sleep if he’s not distracted by loud noises and unnecessary cursing?! I mean, come on - the damned thing can wait another ten hours until you get home from work. Then you don’t even have to curse under your breath - you can blaspheme at full volume!

But wait - I forgot. You are physically incapable of performing any sort of household task after work. You’re just so wiped out from your desk job that you couldn’t possibly stand on your feet for an extra ten or fifteen minutes once you come home and take your shoes off. Silly me! And since weekends are sacred (unless you decide there’s a task to complete), I guess 6:30 AM on a Friday is the optimum time for you to perform your household duties. My bad!

Love,
Your Adoring Wife

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This is for the idiot on another board I frequent that constantly refers to himself in the third person when posting. “mblah does this, mblah does that” - dude, you don’t sound edgy and cool - you sound like a fucking idiot. I can’t even stand to read his posts anymore. And that board doesn’t have an ignore feature - at least not that I can find.

You know what? I’m really having some craptacular days lately.

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Thanks, Li’l Pluck. It was more jarring than I expected, but it was basically inappropriate adolescent posturing on his part rather than a real threat. Or so I keep telling myself!

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[QUOTE=Missy2U]
This is for the idiot on another board I frequent that constantly refers to himself in the third person when posting.
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Carnivorousplant believes you should not mention things you don’t like on the board, lest some smart ass on the board will begin doing it. That’s what Carnivorousplant thinks.

:slight_smile:

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[QUOTE=carnivorousplant]
Carnivorousplant believes you should not mention things you don’t like on the board, lest some smart ass on the board will begin doing it. That’s what Carnivorousplant thinks.

:slight_smile:
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You do it so well, too! :stuck_out_tongue: :smiley:

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Someone broke into my nephews’ elementary school and stole electronics, toiletries, and confections that the kids were gathering to send to troops in Iraq. Plus 2 classroom projectors.

I hope they catch rabies.

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Oh good, mini-rants. I was just thinking I needed an outlet for some bitching.

Today, frankly, sucks shit. We got just enough snow last night to make me very nervous on the roads, and to get my motherfucking car stuck when I attempted to park in one of the spaces which the asshat snowplowers had plowed the snow into (and no, there was no other place to park. Aforementioned snowy parking spaces are ALL OF THEM), but not enough for them to cancel work.

So, now my car is parked fucking SIDEWAYS, stuck, and it’s still fucking snowing when it was supposed to taper off around 10. My shoes and the bottom of my jeans are soaked through and cold. And then, just now, I was attempting to straighten my pony-tail holder and IT FUCKING SNAPPED AND BROKE, thwacking me on the back of the head and leaving me with slightly damp, pony-tail-shaped messy hair for the rest of the day.

I fucking hate the snow. It’s all its fault.

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Dr. Drake, that is horrible! I’m glad you were not physically harmed, and I hope you are feeling better. I would be peeing my pants with fright, but BOILING with rage. And I disagree, it certainly IS your place to lecture and correct people when they don’t have the simplest of societal courtesy or manners. You weren’t polite - but for Pete’s sake why should you be? If no one calls them on it, they won’t ever stop being an hasshat and will go on through the world spreading their vile disease. Maybe it won’t be your single observation that makes them change, but if more of us would speak it out loud, well, it’s possible.

NIP IT - I say. And since this is a mini-rant thread, my mini-rant is that people don’t call out folks often enough for rude behavior.
Dr. Drake gets a pass from my rant for not seizing the opportunity because obviously a knife pulled calls all bets off.

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Posters, especially in GD, whose OP is nothing more than:

Even worse is when the OP throws down a post like that, then refuses to come back to their own friggin’ thread.

Seriously, if you want to debate something, how about you actually engage in the debate? Otherwise you might as well have just tossed it in the pit or MPSIMS and said “Gee, this bitch is crazy” and left it at that.

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You know what pisses me off? My total and complete fucking inability to talk to a complete stranger or even someone I know from a class. When you see a really cute guy that you know you have something in common with, and you spend two hours every week for sixteen weeks with said guy, there are plenty of opportunities to initiate a conversation, right? But NO. There’s always that little voice in my head that tells me “he’ll think you’re weird”. When it’s the beginning of a semester, I’ll make the excuse(s) that “You don’t even know what he’s like/he probably has a girlfriend/there’s no way he’d ever like you/he’ll think you’re a loser”. When it’s the middle to the end of a semester, the voice in my head says “Well, you had your chance, it’s too late now, he’ll think you’re a freak for waiting so long”.
GAHHHHHHHHHH!

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New rule, people. No more eating food at the fucking urinal! You are not that busy, fercryingoutloud.

Also, if you are going to decorate the hallway in Christmas lights, find something a little stronger than scotch tape. I do not want to have to fight my way through fucking draperys of lights falling off the walls just to get to my room.

Fuck.

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Oh Inner Stickler, please tell me that it’s really only one guy *eating at the urinal * and that it really only happened once! This can’t be a continuing habit of several guys, can it? I know women (me) are from earth and men (you guys) are from some other place, but COME ON!

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[QUOTE=Inner Stickler]
New rule, people. No more eating food at the fucking urinal! You are not that busy, fercryingoutloud.
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This needs a rule to be stated? Merde. And I thought things were bad with people talking on the phone while doing business…

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Sheetz, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but it’s a sunny late-fall day in NC. Why are you playing “Let It Snow”? We do not get this thing you call “snow” except in small amounts in January and February. Do not mock me, piped-in music.

Also Sheetz, if you must play that song, can you play a version where the singer doesn’t sound constipated?

Dude at the next pump: yeah, we all hear your bass-thumpin’ rap. I guess you think that means you’re a baaaaaaad muthafucka. It actually means you’re an idiot who can’t turn your car off for the two minutes it’s going to take to fill up the tank. I guess if you don’t have bass vibrating the empty space inside your head, it’ll cave in.

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When I am Queen, those of You who got 5 miles UNDER the speed limit will be taken to the wall and shot at dawn. And turn your goddamned blinker off as you speed it up. That is all.

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[QUOTE=SpazCat]
I guess if you don’t have bass vibrating the empty space inside your head, it’ll cave in.
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:smiley:

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It’s raining, and I miss my home. I’ll be better tomorrow, but right now I’m damp and homesick. Hmpf.

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I’ve been hunting for an apartment for a few weeks…so I’m ready to buy a gun.

There is something very wrong with this. Maybe because I’m in the San Fernando Valley and it is a seller’s market. But dammit, if you list an apartment for rent and put up your phone number and people call that number then YOU MIGHT WANT CONSIDER ANSWERING IT!!!

I don’t know how many numbers I called and listened to the boring greeting and invitation to leave a message and then hearing that the Voice Mail is FULL! You know how many messages have to be in there for it to be full? A LOT!

A lot of them don’t even have the voice mail on. It just rings and rings…

And when I leave a message, speaking slowly in a clear voice leaving my name and phone number, you should really call me back.

I was interested in an apartment on westsiderentals website. I left 6 messages, sent 2 e-mails and dropped by in person. I would call the police and report the manager as a missing person if I knew their name.

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[QUOTE=Avarie537]
You’re just so wiped out from your desk job that you couldn’t possibly stand on your feet for an extra ten or fifteen minutes once you come home and take your shoes off. Silly me!
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Not tht I’m defending your hubby, but a desk job CAN be exhausting. Stress can take it out of you just as fast as physical exertion.