I think we should gather together a team of scientists, then get them to study WHY in FUCKING BLOODY HELL smokers prefer to throw their cigarette butts on the GROUND when there’s a public ASHTRAY 10 feet away or less.
Seriously, this makes me fucking angry. :mad:
In a similar category are people who litter when there’s a garbage can only a few feet away.
May your month be rant free?
Answer: People are stupid.
Reminds me of a story I know I’ve told here and just told last weekend.
Circa 1999. Hosting a D&D game at my house, first time for a new group. One of the guys is a 17 year old kid from like 100 miles away. Despite me telling everyone to take off their shoes, he doesn’t. His are covered with mud. He sits on my futon, which fortunately had a cheap cover over it, crosslegged on top of his shoes. So mud being ground into my futon. Ignores me telling him several times to get rid of them. Spend the day eating sunflower seeds and candy, and drinking mountain dew. Drank an entire 12 pack by himself. Did not drink the last 1/2" in each can. When he opens the candy, he just drops the wrapper. I told him several times to clean up, and twice walked over to shake the garbage can sitting THREE FEET from him and tell him to throw his shit away. Only reason I didn’t throw a shit fit was because we were otherwise having a lot of fun and I didn’t want a severe beating to put a damper on that.
End of the day he gets up from this muddy circle of shells, wrappers and partially full Mountain Dew cans and starts to leave without lifting a finger to throw anything in the garbage can he is standing right next to.
I told him he was no longer welcome in my house and I didn’t care who else in the group wanted him to play, he wasn’t doing so whenever I hosted the game.
GM took one look at the mess and disinvited him from the campaign. Friend of his complained and threatened to drop out of the game. GM dissolved the group and invited me to play in a different game.
Ah, so she was a speshul bitch! Too bad the dog has to put up with it …
I’ve ranted about this before, too; we have big garbage cans out in our back alleys here for our garbage pickup, and some assholes walk past the many cans sitting out in the alley to drop their garbage right in the alley, instead of walking two feet out of their way to drop it in a can that’s sitting right there. I pick up garbage off of my front and side yards every single day. I don’t know why people are such fucking pigs.
Hell, people are throwing butts in my front yard:mad: butts everywhere! If I catch them…grrrrrrrr.
The cigarette butts thrown into my front yard in fall when my grass is tinder dry really annoy me, too. Try not to burn my house down, would you, you littering fucks?
Either I go a plastic surgeon, let the GP reopen the healed part and stitch it up, or let it go.
April showers bring May flowers- fucking pollen!
I endorse this pitting, especially when combined with wind. 
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I remember hearing about slightly related research. In planning for Disneyland (or soon after), Disney sponsored research on littering. The conclusion was that most people didn’t want to be the first person to litter. There was a social pressure if an area is completely clean.
That didn’t apply to smokers and their butts, though. And once there were a noticable number of butts, other litter would follow. That’s why Disneyland has people roving to keep the butts swept up. If you keep the butts off the ground, more litter ends up in the cans.
Like I said, slightly related.
That’s interesting; I may be doing that subconsciously when I take pains to keep the garbage and litter off my front yard - I don’t want people to get the idea that garbage goes here. I wish my neighbours would all do the same - give people the message that we don’t litter around here.
Fascinating. I wonder if that was a major driver behind the decision to establish restricted smoking areas in the park.
Okay, this is stupid, but it always bugs me.
We went out to eat and they happened to have live music tonight. Some awful country singer, but that’s beside the point. At one point, he gave the token, “I’d like to thank the restaurant for having me and remember your waiters and waitresses because they work hard.”
Well, the fucking cooks work twice as hard. Nobody ever even thinks about them existing. There are endless threads here devoted to tipping servers, arguments, websites, Facebook pages, and so on. On and on about how servers work hard and get paid shit. On and on about how it’s sometimes the kitchen’s fault when things go wrong, but that’s the only mention of the kitchen ever.
The cooks make less money overall. They make more hourly, but it’s still very little and the servers make more overall. It’s the kitchen that suffers when you have some absurd request or lots of substitutions or something. If something came out super fast, that was the kitchen. But nobody ever thinks about that. The kitchen works extra-hard so that the servers can make more money and they don’t see a cent of it.
It’s just frustrating. Kitchen gets treated either like shit or like they don’t even exist. They’re not machines. I mean, it’s not like I want to be constantly showered with praise or anything, but it would be nice to not be completely forgotten except when things go wrong.
I would not be surprised. They wouldn’t have done it if California wasn’t already quarantining smokers in various ways, though. They’d have enough savvy to know not to take the lead, there.
To build on my suggestion for April’s thread:
April showers bring May glowers
I’ve had a lot of stupid bullshit happening lately and I’m just so stressed. It’s nothing disastrous but just enough smaller BS that it’s weighing on me from the sheer volume.
My husband broke his right foot (so he can’t even drive) and the orthopedist specified he can’t walk on that foot at all; he’ll be out of work for at least 8 weeks and that’s even before physical therapy. He’s naturally half-stir-crazy laid up at home, and we’ve had to try to rearrange the place to make it easier on him.
We were really looking to an annual vacation to Michigan in late May but now have to cancel it, or at least postpone it, until after his foot is healed.
I fell the same day he was due to go to the orthopedist for the first time and destroyed a pair of nice work dress pants, plus I was aching and worried I’d broken something too. Fortunately I’m pretty sure I didn’t break anything.
My uncle had surgery last week, had a series of setbacks, and his family took him off life support yesterday. His funeral is early Friday morning and I have to drive my husband and I up there super early that morning (and miss another day of work in addition to the ones for my husband’s orthopedics appointments, as I’m driving him) and then back home. And I know I sound like a bitch even complaining about this but it’s still stressful, and I wouldn’t say anything about it around my cousins or my aunt.
I’ve been so goddamned busy at work lately and still I ended up having to agree to a 6:45 am in-person meeting next week, and my commute is over an hour so I’m getting up crazy-early.
Plus my rabbits are being little bitches about an expensive new hay bin I bought them; they absolutely hate it, apparently, as they dig all the hay out into their litter box, sit on the hay and piss/crap in it, and then piss/crap inside the hay bin. They’re wasting so much hay, plus the last hay bale I have from a hay farm (whose owner treated my request to buy 3 2-string bales like I was wasting his time even showing up with cash in hand) is apparently crap quality, and finding good timothy hay/orchard grass around here in 3-4 bale quantities is like pulling teeth. Good thing the rabbits are cute. Jerks.
Dammit. I’m looking forward to May.
Sorry to hear of your troubles, Ferret Herder. I hope May is a whole lot better for you. And it’s almost May!
Oooh, seconded!
Thank you.
I even forgot to bitch about my local spice shop with awesome owners closing its doors today. The most active owner thanked me for being such a good customer, and said they’d closed (after a year and a half) because they just didn’t have enough business. Fuck. I loved that store and hoped it would stay around.
And this is partially why I feel so dumb about being stressed, because he just lost his business, my husband’s the one with the broken limb, I’m not the one who just lost their dad (I was in that position 20 years ago), and a couple coworkers of mine are ill, and yet I’m the one who’s feeling like a stressball and going poor me. Really, it’s making me feel like I need to keep my head down in case bad shit ambushes me directly. Fuck this month.