Friday, March 27, 2009

What the hell is wrong with people?


So I stop at Walgreens after work to pick up a few quick essentials when what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a used birth control test, and the remnants of someone's dismay.

Come on people, in the parking lot? I can't help but wonder how it got there. Did this person take the test in the parking lot too? I mean, did she just drop trou and whiz on the stick right there in front of the masses? I'm fully aware of the fact that we live in a society that's now on full display for the world to see, but please...where are the limits? AND...there's a garbage can 10 steps away. Not too difficult lady. Or maybe she took it at home and decided to carry it with her...as a good luck charm of sorts?

God people are weird.

While I'm on this rant, I'd like to spend a moment talking about gym etiquette. If you find the urge to do something in the locker room of your gym that you'd normally do in THE PRIVACY OF YOUR OWN BATHROOM, please keep it there. I'm talking to the lady who not only shaves her "nether regions" in the locker room shower, but doesn't even have the common courtesy to do it in her own private shower. Lady, we don't want to know you're doing that...and if you must do it there, AT LEAST go behind your damned curtain! Jesus. And talk about uncomfortable conversations..."Oh hi Sally, how are things this morning? I see your busy shaving your pubes...hope that all works out for you."

And to the lady that thinks it's perfectly hygienic to scrape her feet in the common shower area...again...these grooming activities should be reserved for YOUR HOME!

And to the idiot who insisted on taking phone call after numerous phone call while attempting to run on the treadmill, KNOCK IT OFF-IT'S ANNOYING! I swear to god, this jackass starting running, and stopped a minute later to answer a call. He'd come back, start running again, and get another phone call. HEY MORON, IF YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE AT WORK, GO TO WORK! DON'T TAKE YOUR BUSINESS CALLS AT THE F*ING GYM! Unless you're on a transplant list and your organ has finally arrived, any other phone calls can wait, I promise. Argh. Jackass.

I'll be he was in sales.

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