Friday, August 28, 2009

Fat? Lazy? Hop on this nice shiny electric store wheelchair!

It never fails; every time I go to a Wal-Mart, something pisses me off. Today was no different. Well, actually it was a little different. I was more than 'pissed'.

So, I was leaving the store and thought I might actually get out without anything upsetting me for once. Not the case. I exit behind an obese, moley white woman (who could barely fit on her store wheelchair, so what's the point?) that stops right before she hits the pavement. At this point, I pretend like I'm waiting on someone and stand there for a second to see what she's up to. She starts flailing her arms at a minivan just a few yards away (that she could've easily galloped to). The minivan pulls right up to her. She then yells at the driver to pull up even more so she can put her bag of goodies in the back...

Okay, I'm livid by this point. Bitch, get off your lazy ass and walk!

She did walk. About three steps. And one was a half-step.

She climbs up into this minivan like it's a tanker, yelling at the driver the whole time, leaving the wheelchair sitting almost in the parking lot. Yes, she left it there like there's now a wheelchair valet at Wal-Mart. If I didn't have a fear of causing a scene in public, I would've lost it on her.

Yet another type of person I can't stand: the store wheelchair abuser that just can't walk in, buy his/her wart cream, doughnuts, and Diet Coke (like it'll help them lose weight), and walk back out to their handicap parking spot (because you know they have one) and leave. Not to mention when they take up a whole aisle that you're trying to shop on, or when you constantly hear their reverse siren chirping throughout the store. PISS. ME. OFF.

.you are a plague.

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Monday, August 24, 2009

365black? We already have February [28black].

So I recently came upon something strange and unnecessarily created by the McDonald's Corporation:

Seriously? Is this necessary?

Stick to Big Macs and amazing french fries.

What about, or, or, you say?
THAT would be racist.

.you are a plague.

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Saturday, August 8, 2009

The t-shirt tribute.

Memorializing the deceased in any way is honorary, don't get me wrong. From the traditional flowers, photos and vehicle window decals to the non-traditional in-home shrines, Facebook groups and websites dedicated to the person that met death.

But this...

... annoys the hell out of me.

I am so sick of seeing [mostly African American] people on the local news after their 'cousin's baby daddy's best friend's brother' was murdered, in a huddle all wearing the same air-brushed 'R.I.P. Jaqwan' t-shirt. You look like a group of tourists wandering aimlessly around a theme park in the same attire so you can easily spot each other. Can't you just hold up a picture and a damn candle in front of the news camera? Trust me, all of you wearing Jaqwan's 350% zoomed-in face will not make people remember him. (and why are they all size 4XL?)

You will [probably] remember him just fine by the pictures on your walls and the great memories in your mind. Leave it at that. We didn't know him and won't remember him because of your air-brushed nightgown-turned-t-shirt.

.you are a plague.

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