January 11, 2004

• Ahhhhhhhhh, I’m beginning to hate people as much as I did during the holiday season. What is it about seb-zero temperatures that brings everyone out to shop? Frikkin people are nuts! My theory is, they think because of the temperature no one else will be crazy enough to venture out of doors, so they all decide to come shopping and overwhelm the post-holiday understaffed stores.

  
  

  At least that poor boy who was in when that wacko talked to me came back. (Everyone at work has been made aware of the wacko, and he and any other wackos that present themselves may be tossed from the store if they bother us.) The boy ended up not buying any books of magick because basically I talked him out of it. He wanted an easy way of dealing with bullies, and I told him that magic is not the way -self-confidence is. He was also looking for something to believe in, and after talking to him for a while I told him he wasn’t an atheist, he was an agnostic and therefore he did believe in something. Agnosticism just isn’t an organized religion with lots of comradery. I think he really just wanted to talk to someone. I’m glad I could help him out. If he does later get into a Pagan belief system, it’ll be a stronger belief because he thought it out before hand.

  
  

  But the majority of customers were horribly rude… like this one lady basically accused me of telling her daughter to get in line or get lost when she came to the info desk for help. OK, first of all, it is incredibly rude to see a line of three people and still come around the side of the info desk and try to butt in to ask a question. I’m sure if that same person were in line waiting, she wouldn’t appreciate someone butting in like that. Gah, why do people have to be such a$$holes. Like they are soooooooooo much more important than anyone else. No one else in the world is as important as they are. The world would reverse its spin on their say so. People make me sick sometimes.

  
  

  Then I had a very bad experience on the way home from work. About half way home, this big yellow truck passed me just as the two lane highway turned into a one lane road. OK, all well and good, but then the jerk slammed on his breaks and I nearly rammed him. OK, so maybe something darted out in front of him… I don’t know. I’m willing to forgive and forget if the idiot would just start going the speed limit (55 MPH) instead of 30. Aaaaaaaand he kept drifting over into the oncoming traffic. Eeek!

  
  

  So I really wanted to pass him once we got to the two-lane bridge. I did not want to be behind him if he drifted into the other lane and got nailed by a car. Yeah, watch both the cars flip around and nail my car then. (sue me, I’m a frikkin paranoid) But then the jerk started swerving all over the road in an effort to either keep me behind him or knock me off the bridge… at this point, I’m not sure which. At the end of the bridge, where the road turns back to a one-lane, he sped up so much I think he was doing about 75! When he had to go around the turn, he was entirely in the other lane.

  
  

  Try as I might, I could not get his plate number, but I really wanted to call the cops on him any way. This is one time where having a cell phone would have been a really great thing to have.

  
  

  Dumb drunks.

  
  

  Where’s a cop when you really want one?

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