Rants
I’ve been inordinately chipper recently which, in all honesty, has been wigging me out a little. I’m not by my nature “chipper.” So when I awoke this morning a little on the grumpy side, I was relieved. And ready to rant. Here we go:
Things that are driving me crazy today:
1. People who talk just to hear themselves talk. Generally they take on some “deep,” “moral,” accusatory conversation designed to make me or you or any “normal” person feel bad. Stop. it. you. elitist. snobs. You’re just trying to justify your own completely messed up way of life. Give it a rest.
2. The idea of “couture” drycleaners. (Who Deliver!) Seriously. People are losing their jobs, their homes, their lives. If you have the need for couture drycleaners (and honestly, I don’t even know what that means), the least you could do is walk your probably too-skinny ass over there and pick it up all of your dry-cleaned couture yourself.
3. The largest drink size at 7-11. NO ONE NEEDS THAT MUCH OF ANYTHING. If a full grown male that otherwise resembles a grizzly bear needs two hands to haul that thing, it’s an automatic “no.” (Although, funny but still annoying is the associated face that comes along with using a straw to drink out of one of those. Huge hefty drink and dainty little drinking-with-a-straw face.)
4. Parking meters in Chicago. While I appreciate not having to carry 27 pounds of quarters, now the simple card swipe makes you forget that you’re basically taking out a lease on that teeny little piece of Chicago property, handsomely equipped with a pothole the size of Rhode Island (I needed a state with some propinquinty in size to the teeny parking space…).
5. Nickelback. Who EVER let them on the radio? And why do we have to keep listening to them? They are a wretched band.
6. The Wedding Song. The 70s are over, people. Let it go.
That’s all my time will allow, for now. But it’s amazing how much better I feel. It’s a magical power this ranting business.