January 25, 2007
Ugh. I’m so irritated.
This week’s idiocy chez moi happened on trash day. David put our recycling and trash by the curb, but during the night someone ripped open a bag of trash from the trash can and dumped it in the bag with our glass recyclables.
Thus of course the trash people didn’t take that trash, nor did the recyclers, who left a nastygram-flyer about not putting trash in with your recyclables.
WTF people?
There is a $20 night-vision webcam on newegg. I can’t wait to see the footage on the local news.
When I’d just moved to Kettering, and before the council had bothered to provide us with bins, on the day that the bins were being collected, we put our rubbish in a neighbours bin. It would make no difference to him, as the bins were being emptied that morning anyway.
Despite that, once we’d all gone out to work, he took the bin bag out of his bin, ripped it open and liberally sprinkled the rubbish all over our driveway.
This is the same tosspiece who came out of his house to berate a poor motorist who’d just rolled her car, and all those who’d stopped to help (myself included) for not getting the (upside down) car out of his line of sight quick enough.
Some people are just arseholes. They are clearly so unhappy with their daily existences that they feel malice towards those that are, and the highlight of their day is bringing others down towards their level of dissatisfaction.
They should be pitied, not hated.
Or you can hate them just a little bit at a time. Not all-consuming hate, but beautiful little islands of pico-hate.
S