More about drivers

I swear, I do not understand. Why in the hell do people who are in the wrong give the finger when you honk your horn? For example, someone is changing lanes and almost hits your car. You toot your horn to say, "Hey, I'm over here already. Please don't hit me." Then, they give you the finger and yell some obscenity as if it's your fault you were already in the lane.

Excuse the hell out of me for getting up this morning and occupying the lane you want to move into. I wasn't aware you owned the whole fucking road. Had someone told me, I would have made sure to keep an eye out for your vehicle. As it stands now, I am seriously contemplating playing a version of roller derby with my car as you speed past me with your middle digit stuck up in the air.

Apparently, I am one of the few people left in the world who actually feel bad when I almost hit someone, because I'm not paying attention. I appreciate their horn honk telling me not to get over, because without it, I might have rammed them, causing expensive damage to both their car and mine. That little "toot toot" allows me to get to work on time instead of wasting thirty minutes waiting for police, tow trucks, and exchanging insurance information.

Maybe mouthing the F word and waving an obscene gesture in the air is their way of saying thank you.

Taco Bueno

You know what really chaps my hide? It's a Monday, and I'm leaving my eight hour day to sit in a three hour lecture class, and I'm starving. I have to get something to eat on my way to class, or I won't get dinner until 8 PM, and that makes me cranky. Very cranky.

So, I order a mini quesadilla from Taco Bueno. (I try to be sensible when I eat fast food so I don't have to listen to my Mom tell me my ass is fat). And guess what? Guess what I get? I get a tortilla wrapped around shredded cheese. Is it melted? It surely is not. It's just a bunch of shredded cheese wrapped in a flour tortilla. WTF is this? I didn't order a tortilla filled with cold shredded cheese, you assholes. It doesn't take quantum physics to make one of these suckers. I know, because I can make one at home, and I can't cook shit.

The really ugly part of this story? I'd driven away before I realized I had this nasty so called quesadilla. And I didn't have time to turn around to "cause a stink" as my husband calls it. Perfect end to a Monday work day!

Excuse Me

What the hell ever happened to people saying excuse me? I've just spent six hours at the great state fair of Oklahoma, and while I was run over by strollers, stepped on, and bumped into by men who I assure you did not need one more turkey leg...I did not hear one single "excuse me."

I know the fair is full of white trash, but I thought even white trash had SOME manners. Even when I would say "excuse me" I would not get one in return. What is wrong with people? Common courtesy has flown out the window.

Makes me feel better for playing "naturally skinny or addicted to methamphetamine" while walking around and eating my corn dog.

Who wore it best?

So, let's talk about this delightful segment in US Weekly. In case you're not familiar, the segment takes 2-3 celebrities who have been photographed wearing the same dress, shirt, skirt, whatever. Then, some VIP *read intern* asks 100 people on the street which celebrity wore it best. People vote, and there you have it, one emerges a winner.

But here's the problem. Sometimes, those folks at Us Weekly, they don't play fair. Take for example this week's competition. A gorgeous royal blue dress featured on both Mary Hart and Giuliana Rancic. Now, Mary Hart is a good looking lady. And she's and especially good looking lady for someone who's 60. But Giuliana Rancic is 35. She has a body that looks 25 years younger than Mary Hart's. Why don't you just put Betty White in the same dress you put on Kim Kardashian and then see who wore it best?

Really? Do you even need to ask that question? Who's going to vote for the old lady in the dress unless she's up against another old lady in the same dress? Just a totally unfair competition. Must have been a barren week for duplicate dress wearing celebrities for them to come up with that one.

Toilet Paper

Hey cleaning guys. I work in an office with twelve women. Leaving two rolls of toilet paper once a week in the bathroom isn't going to cut it. Those wind up gone in the first 48 hours, and then I'm wiping with a rough ass paper towel.

School Zone

Hey asshole, school started back last week. So, you know those little squiggly lines on the road and that sign that says 25 with the flashing yellow lights? That's a school zone. Sometimes, you go 20 in the school zone and sometimes, you go 25. But I don't know of a single school zone where you go 40.

So, I don't appreciate you riding my ass while I roll by at 25 and then pulling into the lane next to me and putting the pedal to the metal after you give me your middle finger and look at me like I'm the dumb ass who doesn't know what in the hell is going on.

You pissed me off first thing in the morning, partially by being an idiot, but more because you were trying to act like I should have been riding the "short bus" instead of driving, and you were clearly the one in the wrong. So, even though I know you did not get a ticket in the school zone, because I saw you speed off thinking you were all that, I hope you got a ticket later on in the day. If for no other reason than you ruined my morning.

Jet Blue

So, let’s talk about this Steven Slater. If you don’t recognize his name, he’s the Jet Blue guy who went nuts, deployed the emergency exit slide, grabbed two beers, and got the hell off the plane AFTER he said the F word to a customer and basically quit via PA system on the plane.

Some are touting him as a hero, and some are saying those people who are touting him as a hero are being ridiculous. I can bet you the people who don’t think he’s a hero have never, not one single time, worked in a customer service industry. Because you know what? If you’ve ever dealt with customers on a regular basis, you’ve wanted to tell someone to F off about five hundred times. Hell, it’s likely you’ve wanted to punch someone in the face. Steven Slater probably took the high road by not punching the guy in the face.

But I think the point is missed. I heard some guy on the news talking. He was telling about how, now, people are out in the world deciding how they are going to quit their job. They are planning their own exit. He referred to a girl who said that the next rude customer she encountered was going to get a roach on top of their hamburger (where in the hell can you just come up with a roach?) and then she was going to walk out. This guy says that what Slater did was encourage people to act like fools and disrespect customers.

But what about the customers who disrespect workers? I’ve worked in customer service all my life, and I have been treated horribly by people who are total idiots. They are rude just to be rude. They think because I work in the customer service industry, I’m a loser—I couldn’t get a better job, so I started working in retail. And therefore, they should treat me like I’m a total imbecile. I’ve even had people throw shit at me. Yes, it has happened.

And guess what? Most of the stuff people want to yell and cuss at me about? It’s their own fault—they’ve overdrawn their bank account going to the casino or their now deceased parents didn’t plan their estate properly and their kids can’t get money out of their account. Or it’s something I can’t control anyway, so regardless of how much they complain, I can’t do anything about it.

In this case, someone didn’t follow the rules. And they got called out. Sounds like they deserved it to me. It makes me mad that everyone questions the results, but nobody questions the actions. I think people should recognize the ridiculous attitudes people have toward people who work in customer service.

Kudos to Steven Slater for not taking it anymore! Just because you serve the public doesn’t mean you should lay down and take it up the ass every single day.