Showing posts with label sick. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sick. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Group #22: People who don’t pick up after their pets


Clean that s*** up! It’s the law in many places. And for good reason. I almost slipped in some on my way to work this morning. And in my good suit. Nasty.

People who don’t pick up after their pets: stop ticking me off!

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Group #12: PDA-loving Lovebirds

In honor of Valentine's Day, I would like to use some Internet space in order to rant about a special group of people who tick me off. They probably tick you off, too. It's those lovebirds that kiss and hug up on each other in public.

I have a boyfriend, and yes, I kiss him in public. However, there is a difference between me kissing the cheek of my boyfriend of nearly five years and those teenaged, hormone-filled couples that have been going steady for a week. That difference is about 2 movie ratings.




Ewww. You can see the slobber. I feel like I need to take a shower just from watching. Look, I know you are in love, or whatever, but can't you two do this somewhere else? Your parents' bedroom, the back seat of your Ford Echo, your sister's dormroom, anywhere but in public! Put your hands where I can see them! Uhh...not there. And you, guy, put on some baggy pants! I feel like I'm going blind.

I guess there is something wrong with me. How can I not want my boyfriend, all day, everyday, so that we are together in public, I'll let him unhook my bra while I'm still wearing my shirt? Oh yeah, it's because I'm an adult.

So keep pawing at each other. That way, you won't notice me slipping saltpeter in your Dr. Pepper.

PDA-loving Lovebirds: stop ticking me off!

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Group #7: Panhandlers that follow you around--at night.


The economy is bad. Everyone knows that. As the economy worsens, you will see more and more people on the street. Here in Los Angeles, the homeless problem is so out of hand, vagrants are almost part of the scenery. There are so many, that their situations burden and overwhelm the non-homeless. Thus, we encounter the moral quagmire of handing money to people on the street.

I learned my lesson my first year in Los Angeles not to give money on the street. I gave a man in a wheelchair five dollars for his "baby who needed formula." I encountered him two weeks later with the same story. And again three weeks after that. Then I wrote a check to a woman who was chased out of my university's church. I told her I wanted to help her, but I do not carry cash (I really don't, for safety reasons). Even as a I wrote her a check on my way to class, she kept insisting I take her to the bank to cash it, or to withdraw cash. I told her I was late for class, so the check will have to do for now. She wouldn't take it.

I do give food if anyone asks and I have some on me. To me, giving food has more meaning than money. Sometimes if I have extra food, I would place it in a non-confrontational place in plain view of several groups of people. That way, whoever is hungry can save face.

Why do panhandlers bother me so much? Because most I have encountered are very aggressive. They corner me and ask for change. They almost yell out to me if I am wearing headphones. They block my path. They creep up behind me in stores and ATMs. They wait for me outside of train stations. They follow me if I say no. They insult me for no reason. They play on the sympathy and/or fear of others for their personal gain. And they are illegally obtaining funds out of people using these methods. If you are approaching me out of the shadows to ask for change, I will not reach for my wallet, I would reach for my mace!

Please do not creep up on me. How do I know you will not mug me? Or that you lack a weapon? Are you targeting me because I am a woman? And don't follow me to see where I am going. It's none of your business and it won't change my mind about giving you change!

Some tell you sob stories in order to play up the emotion factor. One guy even went as far as to complement me on my sense of style and beauty before asking for change. He also blocked the sidewalk so I couldn't just slip off and go about my day. After a long sob story about losing his job, I told him someone asks me for money everyday on my way to and from work. If I gave money to everyone I see in one day, I wouldn't be able to eat. I don't think he was expecting that answer.

The worst ones are those young hippie-looking kids you KNOW are not homeless. Why the hell should I give change to someone wearing Jordans? I can't afford Jordans. If you need a ticket to get to New York, sell your shoes or get a job, punk! Hell, I need a ticket myself. Will you help me out? I don't have any change!
Trust me, I will help the best way I know how, without feeling that my life might be in danger because of some aggressive panhandler who feels he's entitled to my money. If you are hungry, I'll give you a hot meal. If you are cold, I'll find a blanket. If you are lonely, I'll keep you company. But there will always be the rotten apples that ruin people's good intentions for those who really need it.

I just don't believe I am helping anyone by giving money on the street to random people. I now feel it's more harm than good. We are supposed to teach people to fish, not give them fish. Even God helps those who help themselves.

Aggressive Panhandlers: stop ticking me off!

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Group #1: People Who Eat In Grocery Stores Before Paying


I'm happily shopping along, getting my nourishment for the week, when suddenly some guy pushes by me munching away at a Doritos bag that he picked up in aisle 6. His children eat the popsicles from the frozen food section. Isn't there some grocery store code against this? Why do some people find it necessary to "sample" the groceries before they buy them?

I really, really, REALLY despise this. Why does this parent believe that it's okay to teach children you can eat something without paying for it? Grocery stores are not restaurants!!! You buy, then eat!

It grosses me out, too. This man just grabbed a box of cereal with his Dorito-stained hands. And guess what? The sticky children don't like that cereal. Back on the shelf it goes. Now some unsuspecting mother-of-five will pick up that box and get a nasty surprise of spit and cheese-flavored dust on her hands.

There should be a rule: No eating of merchandise in store. If broken, you and your sticky tax-deductions are banned from that store. You hear me, Doritos Guy???

People who eat in grocery stores: stop ticking me off!