Because Bryan Was Personally Offended

That I made a blog, but did NOT post it on his blogging site. I committed a mortal offense and throw myself on the mercy of the court with this repost. 🙂

"I'm starting a blog.

I suppose that much is obvious to you, you've found your way here relatively unscathed. At least, I hope that's the case. You'll have to pardon any formatting errors, my mother has commandeered my netbook and my laptop isn't with me. Which leaves me with my dinky little iPhone keyboard. Now don't get me wrong, it's a marvelous little piece of equipment for general every day needs. Is it designed for writing blogs? No. Not in the slightest. But I make do. Because when things make me angry I have to write it down. And what makes me angry?

People.

Yeah, you heard me. People. Human beings. I often jokingly say to my customers that my job would be amazing if it wasn't for all the people. We get a good laugh, ha ha, move on. Apparently they don't realize: I am not joking. I am in fact hinting at you to leave me alone. I am not being paid to amuse you.

I work at a gas station. And there is a strange phenomenon which occurs to people upon entering any public establishment. Look at the retail workers nodding and smiling! You all know what's coming don't you?

The phenomenon is this. Entering any establishment where a person may encounter even the slightest difficulty, confusion, curiosity or annoyance turns that once sane and reasonable human being into a frothing ball of rage and stupidity. We're all just big goofy piles of stupid, be we 6 years old or post-grads underneath all our posturing.

So that's what this is going to be about. Boy do I have some horror stories to share with you guys when I get a real computer in front of me. If you have your own, toss 'em out there so I don't feel I'm alone in this cold, cruel, twitchy little world.

All the best, stay tuned!"

I shall have to simultaneously post them in the future, if desired. There is one more at the moment, I'll have to post that up tomorrow or something.