trinityvixen | People Are Assholes: Part 4659073636220

So, with my day off, I decided to do some birthday gift shopping and to pick up some embroidery floss while I was out. I came home for a few hours to vote and steal the car for these purposes, and promptly discovered, yet again, that everyone is an asshole (Yes, me too).

For starters, I know I don't drive often so I probably can't talk, BUT GOOD LORD, NO ONE KNOWS HOW TO DRIVE. This is BASIC stuff that drivers don't know how to do. I'm talking about looking both ways when you turn left onto a road. A Verizon truck guy nearly pulled out in front of me doing just that. He looked right not to his left where I was coming from. Jackass. Then there're all the people running lights (this is why I am an asshole--I did that, oops) or braking every ten feet.

The serial braker was an old guy who was clearly lost, and that's the next part of why people are assholes: OLD PEOPLE ARE ASSHOLES. I know that the government is slowly making you starve and cutting funding to just about any program you like, but really, old people? STOP BEING ASSHOLES. I get in line at the craft store (another thing that is assholey: lines that don't move because I'm in them) and am already subject to one lady whining about some candy she was buying her idiot grandchild. She's being told something isn't on sale until next week. I hope they didn't mean the candy. She does the stony face thing where she doesn't respond to what the cashier says, so it's like "Uh, do you still want this if it's not on sale, or are you just an ASSHOLE and going to make us all wait and register that you're upset at something NOT BEING ON SALE when it's FIVE DOLLARS ANYWAY?" She eventually, sighing, pulls money out to buy whatever the fuck it was. After her, there's an old guy with a set of clay crafting tools. He has one item, and I think I'm in the clear.

GUESS A-FUCKING-GAIN, ME! It's on sale, his item. What's wrong with that? Well, duh, he doesn't want it to be on sale because he is an Old, and the Olds like to use their coupons. He wants to use his coupon. The poor sales clerk tries to explain that he can't use his 40% off coupon on a sale item. They just don't do it. It rings up with the sale discount, too, so she can't even tell him what the full price would be and if that would be less on sale than with the coupon. He DEMANDS she call "someone" because "I want to speak to them" and finally steps aside. She makes the call while trying to ring me up (I was pissed at the Old, but I would have waited just to have him get told off twice). He's making comments the entire time and being unpleasant about this whole thing THAT IS HIS FAULT and being UNHELPFUL by implying that he knows better than she what it costs despite the fact it is not labelled with a sticker that gives it's not-on-sale price (I think it ended up being $20 not on sale, and $15 on sale, SO IT WAS OM-FUCKING-G THREE DOLLARS MORE WITHOUT HIS GODDAMNED CLIPPED COUPON). The clerk is giving me terrible rolling eyes, and I tried to extend my sympathies--I used to work retail, so I know that, no matter what, it's YOUR fault they can't have everything they want FOR FREE.

I finally got out of there (I WANTED FOUR DOLLARS WORTH OF STUFF, AND I HAD TO PUT UP WITH THIS SHIT), only to discover that people hadn't really been looking me in the eye because I had toothpaste all over the underside of my nose. Fantastic.