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Rantage, Rantage, and more rantage...
So, this is just a bunch of general group sightings instead of specific examples I’m writing about, largely because I need to vent. My patience and temper are on short fuses lately. Can’t imagine why. I mean, it’s not like people are being irrational, stupid, selfish fuckmonkeys, right?
To all my fellow METRO riders:
Ok, folks. I know the bus system has been a little wonky lately. Trips are lengthier than usual, and the buses are running behind schedule more often than not. After all, traffic lights are still down around certain parts of the city, and there is debris blocking roads around the routes. We had a hurricane. It happens. But it’s getting better, really.
That said, bitching and whining out loud to all and sundry will change NOTHING. Threatening to report the bus driver will also do NOTHING. Refusing to pay your fare because you’re not getting where you need to be on time is STUPID! I know the routes are running slower and later. I plan for this. Why can’t you!?! Oh, that’s right, you’re a fucktard. Sorry, forgot for a moment there.
And on another note, do any of you realize there is LIMITED SEATING on the buses available? If I can manage to do major grocery shopping and store my two rolling suitcases full of food UNDER the seats so as not to be a hazard or take up space, your little pillbox parading as your purse does NOT need its own seat. Realize, also, the bus seats are one size fits MOST. They do not take into consideration different body types. I have curvy hips and posterior. I do not fit into the curve of the seat perfectly. There’s a slight bit of spillover. Huffing, sighing, and forcibly SHOVING ME while the bus turns won’t change this. Nor will demanding I move over or move to another seat. It will only earn my unwavering scorn and a scathing reply that I’m unable to change universal laws of space and mass to suit you.
And if you sit on me, or shove your heavy-ass bag on me one more time, I will scream assault or rape, causing the bus to screech to a halt, the driver to come back here, and you to look like even more of a flaming douchesucker when you try to explain that you’re only trying to take up more space on the seat than me and I’m not cooperating, so you decided to get physical. Hope you enjoy your walk home. Don’t think I won’t! I’ve done it before. Try me!!
Classroom asshats
This is a pet peeve of mine. Class starts at 10 am. Why, then, do you fucknuts stroll in 15, 20, even 30 minutes late? The class is only 50 minutes long ball-scratching baboons!! And why, WHY do you then sit next to me and spend the next five to ten minutes rummaging around for pen and notebook, and spread your shit in MY desk space, constantly disrupting my concentration. You do this EVERY DAY!!
And then there are the slackers who just don’t want to be there, which is evident in the fact that they never take notes, and simply sit, surfing the internet, texting/IMing, sleeping, etc. Why show up at all?
I admit, it is ballsy of the at least 4 of the above specimens to approach me during and after class to ask if you can have copies of my notes. I will say no. I will say it with sadistic glee because I enjoy seeing the look of shocked displeasure on your faces. It’s even better if you then throw a hissy fit over my unwillingness to help a fellow class member.
Why, yes. I AM a bitch. I show up to class on time, all the time, I keep up with all readings. I take copious notes. I CARE about my education. You just want a quick fix before the exam so you don’t have to actually study. Yes, I am judging you based on my observations. No, I won’t believe you when you blame Hurricane Ike, when you’ve been pulling this shit ALL SEMESTER. Go ahead, cuss at me, scream at me. Nice try, but you fail. Thanks for playing, now FUCK OFF!
Store Shenanigans
Again. STOP using Hurricane Ike to get free stuff, you imbecilic asspumpkins! When I hear all of you whining, I just want to take the nearest spork, stab it in my eye, spin it around a few thousand times, and die a million deaths. Seriously. You’re greedy, maggot-attracting whorecorpses. I hope Karma works you all over good with a meat tenderizer, than sends on a cruise to the Bermuda Triangle on the SS Failship.
Ok, rant over, I think. At least for sightings. I still need to post my adventures from the last few shifts in Textbook Hell.
<toddles off to do so>
(PS, I can’t claim complete creativity for some of my insults. They come from various sources springing up from conversations with equally disgusted friends.)
To all my fellow METRO riders:
Ok, folks. I know the bus system has been a little wonky lately. Trips are lengthier than usual, and the buses are running behind schedule more often than not. After all, traffic lights are still down around certain parts of the city, and there is debris blocking roads around the routes. We had a hurricane. It happens. But it’s getting better, really.
That said, bitching and whining out loud to all and sundry will change NOTHING. Threatening to report the bus driver will also do NOTHING. Refusing to pay your fare because you’re not getting where you need to be on time is STUPID! I know the routes are running slower and later. I plan for this. Why can’t you!?! Oh, that’s right, you’re a fucktard. Sorry, forgot for a moment there.
And on another note, do any of you realize there is LIMITED SEATING on the buses available? If I can manage to do major grocery shopping and store my two rolling suitcases full of food UNDER the seats so as not to be a hazard or take up space, your little pillbox parading as your purse does NOT need its own seat. Realize, also, the bus seats are one size fits MOST. They do not take into consideration different body types. I have curvy hips and posterior. I do not fit into the curve of the seat perfectly. There’s a slight bit of spillover. Huffing, sighing, and forcibly SHOVING ME while the bus turns won’t change this. Nor will demanding I move over or move to another seat. It will only earn my unwavering scorn and a scathing reply that I’m unable to change universal laws of space and mass to suit you.
And if you sit on me, or shove your heavy-ass bag on me one more time, I will scream assault or rape, causing the bus to screech to a halt, the driver to come back here, and you to look like even more of a flaming douchesucker when you try to explain that you’re only trying to take up more space on the seat than me and I’m not cooperating, so you decided to get physical. Hope you enjoy your walk home. Don’t think I won’t! I’ve done it before. Try me!!
Classroom asshats
This is a pet peeve of mine. Class starts at 10 am. Why, then, do you fucknuts stroll in 15, 20, even 30 minutes late? The class is only 50 minutes long ball-scratching baboons!! And why, WHY do you then sit next to me and spend the next five to ten minutes rummaging around for pen and notebook, and spread your shit in MY desk space, constantly disrupting my concentration. You do this EVERY DAY!!
And then there are the slackers who just don’t want to be there, which is evident in the fact that they never take notes, and simply sit, surfing the internet, texting/IMing, sleeping, etc. Why show up at all?
I admit, it is ballsy of the at least 4 of the above specimens to approach me during and after class to ask if you can have copies of my notes. I will say no. I will say it with sadistic glee because I enjoy seeing the look of shocked displeasure on your faces. It’s even better if you then throw a hissy fit over my unwillingness to help a fellow class member.
Why, yes. I AM a bitch. I show up to class on time, all the time, I keep up with all readings. I take copious notes. I CARE about my education. You just want a quick fix before the exam so you don’t have to actually study. Yes, I am judging you based on my observations. No, I won’t believe you when you blame Hurricane Ike, when you’ve been pulling this shit ALL SEMESTER. Go ahead, cuss at me, scream at me. Nice try, but you fail. Thanks for playing, now FUCK OFF!
Store Shenanigans
Again. STOP using Hurricane Ike to get free stuff, you imbecilic asspumpkins! When I hear all of you whining, I just want to take the nearest spork, stab it in my eye, spin it around a few thousand times, and die a million deaths. Seriously. You’re greedy, maggot-attracting whorecorpses. I hope Karma works you all over good with a meat tenderizer, than sends on a cruise to the Bermuda Triangle on the SS Failship.
Ok, rant over, I think. At least for sightings. I still need to post my adventures from the last few shifts in Textbook Hell.
<toddles off to do so>
(PS, I can’t claim complete creativity for some of my insults. They come from various sources springing up from conversations with equally disgusted friends.)
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