It’s the little things that count

This entry was published at least two years ago (originally posted on August 18, 2005). Since that time the information may have become outdated or my beliefs may have changed (in general, assume a more open and liberal current viewpoint). A fuller disclaimer is available.

Two things that gave me a grin (for very different reasons) on my way home from lunch today:

  1. The fifty-something guy standing at the corner of 8th and Pike just outside the Convention Center wearing a bright yellow t-shirt paired with not just leopard-print parachute pants…but topped off the ensemble with leopard-print shoes as well. Obviously a very trendy thirty-something in the mid-80’s who’s never bothered to clear out his wardrobe.

  2. The lady driving the big obnoxious SUV who had to back out of the Convention Center’s parking garage because her behemoth of a car was too big and gave the “MAX HEIGHT 6’6″” sign a good whack when she tried to drive in. You spend that much money on a ridiculously impractical vehicle like that and then drive it through the city, you deserve every moment of frustration you have trying to find a place to park it.

Okay, I’m not always a very nice man. But I’m okay with that.

iTunesNot My Slave” by Oingo Boingo from the album Best o’ Boingo (1986, 4:46).

3 thoughts on “It’s the little things that count”

  1. Yesterday I was walking through bell town and I crossed in front of this aging yuppie woman in a cherry red big ass Hummer talking on a cell phone and I gave her a sneer subconsciously as I crossed the street. She pulled up beside me and said “It’s all good!” I yelled back “Fuck you our troops are dying for your god damn gas”. She then pulled off all the while not getting off her cell phone. Some times I don’t know why we let Californians in the state.

  2. Jake: We need to treat most of them like drivers with a history. They’re amazingly bad in their own state, then you contrast them with people who know how to drive and you realize they’re not really driving. They think they’re playing some real-life version of Burnout3. (Game whose point is to cause accidents, be an arse to other drivers and suck at driving in general.)

  3. Try narrowing the roads by about 80%, still have two lanes painted in and THEN put a Ford F250 on it.. hell, put two of ’em going in opposite directions….

    Ya – that’s Jamaica!!!

    My father once said most people aren’t qualified to drive anything but donkey carts…. when I see THOSE behemoths on OUR roads (which are hardly ever more than 2 lanes wide and sometimes less than that – due to the mountains)… I think I agree. :-|

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