I should have the temporary home page up at my web site shortly. It's almost done - just a few finishing touches. I'm renovating and redecorating it, finally, so these pages will be there until I'm done. There are links to my other sites and links to some of the content from Home of Cyber Kat - check it out, if you're so inclined.
I was feeling rather curmudgeony yesterday, so I decided to set this up as a place to express my dissatisfaction with things in general. Every so often my pet peeves get tweaked and I go off on a rant. When you see the Katmudgeon's Korner show up, you'll know there's a rant coming. I went to the stores to get a few things. The trip was mostly unsuccessful, which is probably why I was feeling grumpy. People were cutting me off all over the place - must have been National Cut-Off Day. I hate that.
Why do people who have eons of time to pull out in front of you wait until you are right on top of them before they decide to do so? And they always do it when there is absolutely no one behind you. They could simply wait another minute for you to pass, then pull in behind you. Are they just naturally discourteous? Do they do it on purpose? Are they such poor judges of distance or do they just live in a permanent state of Oblivion? Inquiring minds want to know.Speaking of a permanent state of Oblivion ... What about those people in the supermarket who just plunk their cart in the middle of the aisle while they stand next to it and read the label on every can and jar. They block the whole aisle so no one can get through, and when you say "Excuse me," so you can pass, they look at you as though you were the one being rude. How dare you interrupt their shopping experience! Sheesh!
And don't you just love those people who ask if they can go ahead of you in line because "I'm
in a hurry" - like you're not? I had a woman do that on a very long line for the ladies room in Macy's Herald Square store at Christmas time a few years ago.
"Can I cut in front of you," she asked. "I really have to go."
I said, "So do I or I wouldn't be waiting in this long line. And I'm quite sure that all these other women," - I waved a hand to indicate all the women on line behind me - "do as well."
"I could just push in front of you," she said getting all huffy because I didn't acquiesce. "Then what would you do?"
I looked her right in the eye and said, "I'll pee on your foot."
The women behind me broke into spontaneous applause and laughter as the interloper stomped off to the back end of the line.
My sister, who was with me at the time, has never forgotten the incident and she has probably told the story to everyone south of Gettysburg, PA and north of Thurmont, MD.
Posted by Cyberkat at January 13, 2002 10:58 AM | TrackBack