Anti-rant: In the convenience store in my old office building, the cashier would interrupt lottery ticket transactions and take care of other transactions.
So for example, if I walk in and there’s someone buying lottery tickets (“Give me a double-box nine, a quick pick, blah blah blah”), and I slap a York Peppermint Patty on the counter along with a dollar, the cashier will tell the lottery ticket buyer to hold on a sec, while he takes care of my purchase.
Sure it holds up Joe Lottery for a few extra secs, but it takes a while to buy lottery tickets anyway.
When it gets really busy, they have one person doing lottery tickets, and one person doing everything else. Outstanding.
<singing> California is the place ya’ oughta’ be … so they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly!
I’m a smoker… a nasty, stinky, growling, raspy smoker but I will tell you this. I am a responsible smoker, fully aware of my status as a second class citizen of which I embrace with great humility. However, this rant has smokers portrayed as downright pond scum. Are you telling all smokers to stop smoking or just this person in particular? I’ve never littered a butt on your car (although knowing that I could get such a violent reaction is rather enticing at the moment). Not all smokers are whipping butts out their windows or going out of their way to violate smoking regulations. Granted most smokers want their brand when they purchase them and you may have to wait a minute or two but if you went in Walgreen’s to purchase something specific and it wasn’t readily available, should you abandon the idea all together because there are people behind you? (I’ll admit that I agree with the lottery ticket frustration wholly but I must focus and defend box vs. soft for now.) Why would one purchase have more merit than another would? I hate Mrs. Smith frozen pies but would I be pissed that Joe Schmoe is ringing up forty of them in front of me at Jewel? Rant about smokers if you must. Rant about lottery ticket dorks. Rant about your shitty convenience store but for christ’s sake; don’t let your distaste for one congest your logic for another.
Now I must retreat back to my sooty, soiled nicotine stained world… oh wait, I’m out… off to the store. ; )
I’m not Vinnie, but this annoys me to no end. I’ll make a deal with you though. If you flick a lit marlboro out your window and it hits my face since I’m riding a motorcycle, I promise I’ll make you wish you never did it at the next light.
A hearty pat on the back to Vinnie for the OP, and a tip of my rakishly-tilted cocktail hat for the line, “Your chances of winning this week’s Lotto are the same as that of me not getting flamed on this thread: slim and none, and Slim just left town.”
Heh. The interesting thing here is, while I have been known to drop the occasional ciggie butt on the ground, I don’t drive. Ever. No car. No license. Mass transit all the way.
So we have a guy who depletes limited petrochemical resources, pumps greenhouse gases and toxic byproducts out of his car’s tailpipe, probably enjoys the the car’s chlorofluorocarbon-filled AC. He kills thousands of insects and probably the occasional small mammal while driving. Like many drivers, he probablty carpools rarely, if ever. But someone drops a butt and suddenly he acts like his blood type is Granola.
Spare me the litter speech, Captain Planet. Because if either of us is telling Mother Nature to bite the pillow and take her screwing, it’s you.
I ride in a van pool, my car passed emissions testing, and I don’t throw anything on the ground. I don’t tailgate either.
Now I’m asking nicely, would you put your freakin’ cigarettes out in your ashtray instead of tossing them into the back seat of my convertible (when the top is down) so I have to pull over and put out the spreading burn mark on my seat? Purdy-fuckin’-please? With sugar on top?
Move to California, out of the whole state they actually came up with one good law, You CAN NOT SMOKE in a public building, hotels resturants, Qwik-E-Marts, yadda yadda yadda.
I happen to like this law because I have Asthma, a nasty disease that makes it hard for me to breathe, now when some smoker lights up, my lungs close up, darn near impossible to breath, and thats just from being 10-15 feet away.
Anyhoo, Chill, it isnt like he was picking his nose in the mirror of a bathroom when you need to take a horrendous shit.
IIRC, Maryland passed that law first. Or it was that you can’t smoke in any workplace…so since just about everyplace is someone’s workplace, you can’t smoke anywhere, basically (except your home, car, and outside).
Restaurants must have a completely separate area (separate ventilation) for smoking, not just a couple of tables in the corner.
Good law.
I’m with Eve, baby. That line alone is worth forgiving anything else in the rant I don’t agree with.
Didn’t Maine just pass a Butt Tax? So you pay extra for your cigarettes, but get cash back if you turn the unsmokable ends back? When I walk along the sidewalk some days, this sounds like the world’s best idea. Flaws and all.
