Stupid People.
It's that kind of person that refuses to use their frontal lobe, or any other part of their brain, to help them sound like they have an IQ score higher than 2. That kind of idiot person who you have to practically glue your mouth shut in order to not rip them to shreds and come off as a total B****. And especially, ESPECIALLY when you have to show them respect.
I have had an excessive amount of encounters with people of this mold in the past week. Let me tell you some of my recent, more major, stories. There are too many small ones to record, but I'll give you the good ones.
Last Saturday, my buddy, Isaac, and I were going to Brittney and Gage's apartment down in Midvale to see their 'new' big-screen TV. Which is actually kinda old-school because they bought at DI, but it works, and it was supposedly pretty cheap, so that makes it cool. :) But that's irrelevant. We were approaching the freeway on-ramp, our left-turn light was green. So was the go-straight light. We were in the right-hand left-turn lane, right next to the straight lane. There were two or three cars right behind us, at least. The guy right next to us in the go-straight lane, in a suburban, decided that he didn't want to be in the go-straight lane. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE INTERSECTION. And I'm not kidding, he was right next to us. So he paralleled us all the way to the ramp in a non-existent turn lane and wouldn't slow down so we could pass him, so Isaac had to hit the brakes so this guy could cut us off from his illegal left turn, which made the guy behind us angry, and he honked at us. Isaac's response was, "I know, buddy. I know." Great. Seriously, that was the dumbest driver move I think I've ever seen. I was somewhat afraid for my life. At least you know the dumb driver probably feels bad.
So Wednesday I'm sitting in English and we're doing presentations on the research papers we just finished. We had to do a powerpoint or a poster. So this girl, I don't know her name, goes up. She had done her report on Hitler's league of pilots in WWII. It was the something-"legion." But I'm pretty sure this girl has no idea what a legion is. She didn't seem to know that the word meant something other than part of then name. And in addition, when the slide came up, instead of saying the something-"legion" she pronounced it "La-gon." It wasn't confidently, either. More of a "llll-uhh... la-gonnnn."
Copy-and-paste project? I think so.
There were a few other idiocies like that the same class period. My generation, it seems, never learned to read. This is a SENIORS class. Meaning 17-18-year-olds make up the entire roll. And this is level of stupidity is common in my class. SERIOUSLY?! It takes a special breed.
Ok, you know how everyone has an experience with a stupid boss? That happens regularly with me. Yesterday I pulled into the sweeper parking spots behind the school where I work. Usually, my supervisor, Eileen, takes the first spot, but her car wasn't there, so I just took it because it was the closest one that was free. I just figured she wasn't closing today or something. Turns out she was just on her lunch break.
So later, one of my co-workers came up to me and said, "Uh... Eileen parked behind your car. Just so you know." Well, Eileen does strange things. She's into her higher seventies and is fairly senile. I decided I'd nicely ask her to move it after I finished. I had to leave early for Young Ambassador's anyway. Later, Eileen came up to me and said, "Oh, I parked behind your car! I'll move it for you!" Apparently, I was in her spot, heaven forbid, since the parking spot is not labeled as hers I assumed it was fair game. I'm a sinner, what can I say? I said ok, whatever. Don't know why you didn't just park elsewhere in the first place, but that works. cool. Kept working. About an hour later, I pulled my cart up to the supply closet to start detail. Eileen came up again. "Oh, I've been trying to keep tabs on you so I can move my car when you're done! Are you ready for me?" No, Eileen. I have detail to do. My route doesn't end for another hour and fifteen minutes. But I thought you already moved it? Sigh. Ok. So I told her I'd let her know when I was done so she could move it. About twenty minutes later, same thing happened. Apparently even though I'd promised to let her know, she was still keeping track of where I was. Eye roll. Still going.
Later, when I was getting closer to the end of my route, starting to clean, etc., she decided that I was done. Didn't wait for me to tell her I was, she just assumed it was time. Even though it was at LEAST 15 minutes before I told her I'd be done. she went out and moved her car. Except she didn't move it and re-park. She pulled it backward with enough room for me to move mine out, and sat there with her car running. Well, I still had a good five, ten minutes worth of things to do. I had to clean, take out the trash, sign out, grab my sweater. I admit, I mozied a little to see if she was going to give up or just sit out there. Went and took the trash out... there she sat. Juuuuust waiting. Went and got my sweater, slowly signed out, talked to a co-worker for a minute... still waiting. This is appx. 7 minutes after she had pulled out. So I went out to my car, which was one of two cars parked in our space, where there are about 6 parking spots. The four parking spots directly to the left of my car were vacant and altogether extremely accessible. But Eileen was still sitting, car running, next to the curb waiting for me to pull my car out of the lot. As soon as I reversed and drove far enough to leave her open space enough to drive in, she pulled forward into the spot. Meet Eileen, the 70-year-old second grader.
Like I said. This has been a very interesting week. Please, everyone. PLEASE use your common sense, and do not be like these people. Use your acquired intelligence and engage the functions of the frontal lobe. Thanks. :)
You are officially my favorite. :)
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