Wednesday, March 3, 2010

gah.

Maybe it's me. Maybe for some reason i was born with a gene or a cell or a trait in my body that makes me so annoyed with people i want to slap them. I mean seriously fucking annoyed. And it's not like they're doing anything seriously crazy or assholish, they're just being what i would consider....useless.

Case in point, last night at work some guy who thought he was a fuckin baller kept ordering "CC 12 year" which is a higher premium than regular CC whiskey. No big deal...except he was ordering them as SHOTS. maybe to the regular person this wouldn't annoy them...but to me it's like...why the FUCK would you go to the trouble of paying extra and ordering a higher calibre of whiskey, if you're just doing it as a shot!? Like, not only is that pointless, but it's a proverbial slap in the face to the whiskey makers and people that actually enjoy it as a drink. You're literally going to have it hit your tastebuds for 2.5 seconds...just get regular CC if you INSIST on shooting whiskey...fuck that pisses me off. It's even worse when they ask for a chaser of pepsi...like, let me get this straight...you are ordering a higher premium whiskey, you're shooting it...and then you can't even be man enough to shoot it on its own, you have to CHASE it!? Bottom line these people just order it so they can fulfill some sort of void in their lives and act like they have some sort of class or culture for a moment.

Or how about people that ask for a beer. Just a beer. umm, sorry this isn't a fucking network sitcom where the dive bar only has a singluar brand of beer. You can't just walk in and ask for a beer and suddenly a plaid-shirted bartender slides one down the bar without asking you for a cent. You have to say the BRAND and TYPE of beer you would like. I am going to buy a case of the worst beer on the planet just for people that ask these things, and give it to them. So when they ask "what the hell is this" i can say " a beer, asshole".

Or how about the people that act as if you just shit in their shoes when you ask them for a credit card when they want to start a tab.... it's common practice dude. your credit card is my insurance in case your cheap drunk ass walks out without paying. You expect me to TRUST you? especially since these people are usually the people whose first words are "what's your cheapest drink?"...yeah, you seem trustworthy.

Or the people who order 3 or 4 drinks, then ask how much it is...then root around in their pockets for 20 minutes looking for money. Newsflash: pull out a 20, order your round and don't ask the price. Just take your change, leave a tip and be on your way. Asshole.

or...the people that wait in line for 4 minutes at ANY restaurant or coffee place, and when they get to the counter, they look at the menu, and have NO idea what they want...WHAT?! What the fuck were you doing for the last 4 minutes?! You mean to tell me you spent that entire time day dreaming about what life would be like if you had a full brain!?

should i go on!? I could. but i won't. I will leave it at that for the day.
I feel much better to tell the truth.

out.

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