A Christmas Story, AKA: Why I Despise the Average Human
Saturday 15 December 2007 at 11:59 pmThis is a story of a demonstrative little incident that happened to me on Christmas Eve of 2006.
I went to WinCo supermarket on that day, and when I got there I pulled into a parking space next to one of the cart storage racks. Two spaces on the other side was a woman just finishing unloading groceries from a cart; as she finished, she carelessly shoved the cart into the adjacent empty space instead of walking it a few more feet to the rack. As nicely and constructively as I could, I said, "Hey, if you pushed that cart just a few feet more it would free up that space for someone else who might want to use it." Do you know what her reply was, word for word? "Hey, if it's that big a deal to you, buddy, YOU move the fucking thing."
That happened on Christmas Eve, that legendary good-will-toward-all-men peace-on-earth thinking-of-others time. I expect the moral of the story is self-evident, unless in fact you're one of the class of selfish, unethical, moronic humans this story describes.
And you wondered why I describe myself as a Vulcan tourist? Dammit, where did I lose my passport and return ticket? I need to leave this awful place!
