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No More Foursquare Category Changes

thekruser — Tue, 04 Jan 2011 23:03:18 +0000

This post is nothing more than a rant/complaint about a recent change (recent being about a month ago) that foursquare has made: taking away the ability to correct categories. There was a time that the mayor of an establishment had the ability to change its category. Not any more.

You see, there are a lot of people out there who don’t play the game fairly. They change venue information simply to attain a badge. The result is a database with faulty information. I get that. However, those of us who do play the game fairly and who actually care about fixing the crap information are left out to dry.

There are solutions:

become a Super User Level 2 (no idea how to do this…I have been a Level 1 for over a year)
leave a change request on the foursquare Get Satisfaction page and wait for several months
create a duplicate venue with correct information

Now, I will be the first to admit that the last one is not the best way. It causes a bigger problem than it solves. Unfortunately, however, in most cases it is the only way to get the correct information listed. People who play the game in the manner it was intended get furious (or at least I do) when we are denied a badge because some a-hole has listed incorrect information for a venue.

For instance, there is a venue that I frequent with an incorrect primary category. It is a grocery store. Always has been, always will be. I battled for the mayorship of this venue for quite a long time so that I could change it. Once I became the mayor I tried and found that I could not. I have listed the venue in the aforementioned support page to no avail. I have contacted foursquare through their website. Nothing. The result? I just don’t check in there any more. Why should I? So I will lose the mayorship. Who cares? They don’t offer a mayor special and it is not like there is a “Grocery Store Junkie” badge I am working on.

As one can plainly see by the content of this site, I am enjoy foursquare. Been with them since almost the beginning. I enjoy the game. I just get irritated when I see venue information that was obviously entered by an idiot (e.g., churches categorized as gyms, douchebag tag on an elementary school, a gas station categorized as a strip club, McDonald’s categorized as a bar, etc) or venues that should not be (e.g., I-35 left lane, My Bathroom, My Bedroom, 35,000 feet, etc) and am powerless to change it.

In closing, I am sure foursquare knows what they are doing. However, every now and then even a genius forgets to ‘carry the one’ and makes a bone-headed mistake. Of course, that is just my opinion.

I’m done ranting now. Carry on.

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Some of my Favorite Quotes

thekruser — Mon, 09 Aug 2010 09:18:13 +0000

“Carry the battle to them. Don’t let them bring it to you. Put them on the defensive and don’t ever apologize for anything.” – President Harry S. Truman
“Beer is good.” – thekruser
“If there must be trouble, let it be in my day, that my child may have peace” – Thomas Paine
“If everything seems under control, you’re not going fast enough” – Mario Andretti
“Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.” – Charles Bukowski
“Life is either a daring adventure or it is nothing at all.” – Helen Keller
“I refuse to tip toe through life only to arrive safely at death.” – Anonymous
“Welcome to planet motherfucker.” – Rob Zombie
“Everybody should believe in something. I believe I’ll have another drink.” W. C. Fields
“What contemptible scoundrel has stolen the cork to my lunch?” – W. C. Fields
“Money may not buy happiness, but it sure can rent it for a long fucking time.” -thekruser
“If life give you lemons, try to find someone whose life gave them vodka and have a party.” – Ron White
“It is not enough that I succeed, others must fail.” – Gore Vidal
“A person who never made a mistake never tried anything new.” – Albert Einstein

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A Bad Night: You Can't Make This Shit Up

thekruser — Wed, 31 Mar 2010 04:03:23 +0000

Let me preface this with: I know the complaints listed herein are rather petty. Furthermore, I understand there are far worse problems to have and that there are some who will read this that would love for these to be the least of their concerns. However, since this is my blog I can write what I want.

Next, I would like to certify that these events happened exactly as described. I know if I were reading this on someone else’s blog, I would raise the “Bullshit Flag” rather quickly. Either way, here is what happened…

So, my wife and I finally received our tax refund, much like the rest of the nation. We decided — also like most of the nation — to purchase a new TV. We have had our old one for almost a decade and it was time to upgrade.

Like responsible buyers, we did some research over a couple of days. Yesterday was the day. I borrowed my neighbor’s SUV, as I was relatively certain our new TV would not fit in my Mustang. We had it narrowed down between a 46″ Sony LCD and a 46″ Samsung LED. The Sony was our favorite. As we walked to the kiosk, I happened to notice a larger TV for only a couple hundred more. Instantly, our minds had changed: the 50″ Samsung plasma. Beautiful TV. 2010 model. Only been available for a couple of weeks. Oh, yeah…the works: 1080p, 4 HDMI ports, 3 component video connections, 2 optical audio outs, a VGA port, internet ready…the whole 9 yards. It was decided.

To go with the new TV, we need a new stand. Again, being responsible buyers, we weighed the options. Do we wall-mount or do we put it on a stand? Too short of a stand and my boxer would surely get slobber all over it. If you have owned a boxer, or know of any one who has, you know what I mean.

As we were deciding, my wife noticed a gorgeous stand that provided options. It was a stand with a raised mount. Sweet! Three options: set it on the stand, mount it on the raised mount, or — and this is the cool part — the raised mount could be omitted and the same bracket could be used for a wall-mount.

The decision was made. With an “I have made a good, informed decision” air about me, I made the purchase.

And so the turmoil begins.

By the time we got home and got everything into the house it was very late. I had to be up at 4:00 am, so we decided to stifle the urge to assemble everything that night. Upon returning from work today, I had an epiphany. That TV looked a little large to fit where we needed it to go. Horrified, I measured.

You guessed it: ONE HALF OF AN INCH? SERIOUSLY? A HALF INCH?!?! YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING!!

Nope, not kidding. Half an inch too wide. Son of a bitch. Oh, yeah…the stand? 5 inches too wide. All that preparation…and no measuring. So, I got online and did more research. Found a comparable model that was exactly on half-inch narrower. Another Samsung. Noting the model number, I geared up to head to the store.

Sheepishly, I asked my neighbor to borrow his SUV again to return my “well thought out” purchase. He said, “Sure,” and decided to tag along. We arrived at the store at 8:25, 35 minutes before they closed. A quick explanation to customer service resulted in the lady telling me to have a salesman simply write the SKU numbers down on the piece of paper she handed me as she got the paperwork in order. I was told to return the paper to her once I had collected the required numbers. No problem.

As I arrived in the TV section, I noticed only one salesman working it. He was “involved” with a customer who seemed to be rather irritated, so I simply told him I needed some help when he was finished. Confident that I had the TV I needed already selected, I went to look at the stands. I made a selection and returned to the aisle where the TV I was planning to purchase was located. It was then that I noticed the same guy I had seen the night before. The day before he was unable to come to a decision. Now, he was nervously pacing by the TV I had selected. He had a different salesman with him.

After about 20 laps, he finally said he would take it. I joked to my neighbor saying, “Ha, ha, ha…knowing my luck, he just bought the last one they had in stock!”

Don’t get ahead of me, people.

A few minutes later, the salesman I had originally spoken to broke off from the irritated guy and asked what I needed. I told him I simply needed SKUs. He obliged. He returned to mad guy — who was now accompanied by the store manager — and I returned to customer service. I handed the lady the paper and I was ready to go. I was to give the receipt to the security guard at the front and that he would have my new TV brought up from the warehouse. It was 8:45.

8:50…no TV.

8:55…still nothing.

Closing time…still waiting.

At 9:15, 15 minutes after they closed and 30 minutes after I was ready to leave, I hear my name being called from customer service. Fearing that I had made an accurate prediction earlier, I approached the counter. “We are really sorry, but the stand we sold you is out of stock.” Instead of selecting a different one, I opt for a refund. I headed back to the front to get the TV loaded.

Nothing.

9:20…no TV.

9:30…here comes the TV. But wait…it is not for me. It is for Mr. I-have-to-pace-for-20-laps-before-I-buy-a-TV.

After another 10 minutes of waiting, Mr. I-have-to-pace-for-20-laps-before-I-buy-a-TV comes walking back to customer service. His new TV won’t fit in his car. I resisted the urge to point and laugh. So, what do you think he does? He asks me to ask my neighbor to drive his new TV home for him. Fat chance, jackass!

At 9:45, I get another call from customer service. “We feel horrible. We just sold the last one of the model you selected to that gentleman right over there.” I was a little mad. Scratch that…I was furious. That bastard!

I opt for a refund. I am too mad to TV shop. Besides, they have been closed for 45 minutes. I need a beer.

I get home, explain the situation to my wife, and head to the fridge.

No beer.

I get in the car and drive to the store. They have one 12 pack of Bud Light Lime left — my beer of choice. Happily, I grab it and head to the register.

Forgot my ID.

Drive home and get my ID. Get back to the store.

Store is closed.

Drive all the way across town. All they have is one 22oz bottle of Bud Light Lime. Fuck my life!

So here I sit, writing this post.

No TV.

No stand.

The one Bud Light Lime I had is long gone.

Hope tomorrow is better.

Hope your night is better than mine.

A Bad Night: You Can't Make This Shit Up is a post from: thekruser.com

The Top 5 Things I Hate When People do on Twitter

thekruser — Mon, 04 Jan 2010 20:10:21 +0000

No one can be happy all the time, least of all someone like me. I can be doing something I thoroughly enjoy, yet still have something to be angry about. It is human nature…at least it is my nature. Anyone who knows me knows that I enjoy twitter. However, there a few things that people do that irritate me. Here are the top 5:

Tweet a non-mobile-friendly link. I think it is the general consensus that twitter is a mobile-driven application. We share things we are doing and information we have found in 140 characters or less. There is nothing that irritates me like reading a tweet that interests me with a link attached that when clicked takes me to a site the bricks my phone. This is not necessarily the fault of the tweeter (if that’s a word) in most cases. I blame the webmaster. How hard is it to just serve a mobile-friendly theme to a mobile device? Answer: not hard at all. I have managed to do it with all my blogs. Webmasters: FIX IT!
The follow, unfollow, follow, unfollow. Make up your mind. You either want to read what I type or you don’t. How can it change from day-to-day?
The five-minute updater. I’m home. I’m walking to the door. I’m going inside. I just stubbed my toe. I’m in the kitchen. I’m…HOLY CRAP!! No one cares! You want to tweet that you are home, fine with me. I’m happy for you. No one wants to read a play-by-play!
Telling me I said something bad. Hey…here’s an idea…if you don’t like what I tweet, UNFOLLOW ME! Like I care that you are pissed that I said something. Hello…free world and all!
The 20 tweet long message. I must admit, I got this from someone else. You can read it here. It is actually the reason I am writing this post now. NEWSFLASH: there is a 140 character limit for a damn reason. That is all you are supposed to use. If you have to send multiple tweets with “(con’t)” or “–>” send me a damn email, or blog about it and tweet the link (it had better be to a mobile-friendly site, though).

I know that we are all guilty of one (or more) of these from time to time and it never seems like a bad idea when you are the one doing it. However, keep in mind that people read your tweets and they get annoyed. And now that I have vented, feel free to continue your life.

The Top 5 Things I Hate When People do on Twitter is a post from: thekruser.com

Saggin': Fashion or Faux Pas?

thekruser — Sat, 02 Jan 2010 02:09:46 +0000

One of the fashion phenomena that continues to baffle me is the idea that walking around with the waist of your pants at your knees is somehow appealing. Seriously? That is to be considered fashionable? I fail to see the appeal in having to either widen my gait in an attempt to always have my legs far enough apart so as to not lose my trousers or having to physically hold my britches up with one hand as I walk down the street.

Researchers have concluded that saggin’ originates from the prison system. Inmates were not allowed to have belts due to the possibility of them being used for suicide or violence. Thus, their pants sagged; and of all the people for the youth of our nation to model themselves after, inmates are obviously the most appropriate choice. In today’s society, children (and in some cases adults) look up to and impersonate people who have broken the law vice those who either embrace or enforce it. The fact that the Hip Hop culture has embraced saggin’ like it has, lends more credence to the claim that saggin’ is an acceptable practice.

I guess I just don’t understand the kids of today. There are many things that irritate me about the youth of the nation. From wardrobe to work ethic, attitudes to actions, our country is in trouble. The people walking around with the underwear displayed as a part of their outfit are the leaders of tomorrow. Those who cannot grasp the concept that the waist of your pants is supposed to be at your waist are the same people who are going to be making and enforcing the laws governing the safety and conduct of the future populace. Am I the only one who sees this as an issue? Do you not care about the future of our great nation? Perhaps it is a leap, sagging pants to the downfall of a nation, but it is a leap that is not out of the realm of possibility. Am I wrong?

A message to those who “sag”: Pull up your pants, you look like an idiot!

To the parents who let their children sport this style: Do you not realize that your child’s inability to properly wear their pants makes you look like a failure of a parent? Do you care?

If you disagree and can offer an intelligent argument for the wear of this ridiculous fashion, leave a comment below. Tell me how I’m wrong. If you agree, tell everyone. Email the link to a friend.

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Don’t go to Crain Veterinary Clinic in Grain Valley, Missouri

thekruser — Sun, 27 Dec 2009 18:34:30 +0000

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My family and I travel home every year for the holidays. Every year we have to board our dogs for a few days. We have a Boxer and a Miniature Dachshund. Gunner and Cash, respectively. An odd combination, I admit. For the last 2 years, we have used Crain Veterinary in Grain Valley, Missouri to take care of our boys. This year, I have had enough. Below is what happened.

When we originally made the decision to use Crain, my sister-in-law warned us about them. She had taken a cat there once for something (the exact reason escapes me at the moment). They gave her an acceptable price and she left the cat. When she returned to pick her cat up, the price had jumped another $300.00. They told her it was because they had tested the cat for a bunch of things and gave it a series of shots. Ordinarily, this would be acceptable practice if the animal needed medical care, but they never called my sister-in-law to approve the charges.

We decided to still use them, but only because we had already made the appointment, and they were the only ones that would let us drop our dogs off on Sunday (I verified this TWICE over the phone prior to booking the stay). When I showed to drop the dogs off, they were closed. I was only stopping through after driving 1,100 miles and still had another 60 to go to meet my family for Christmas. I called the office number, but did not get an answer even though I saw a person inside. I knocked on the door, but they did not answer. I was a little irritated.

I got on my BlackBerry and started searching for another number. I stumbled upon the cell phone number of one of the doctors at the clinic (I love my BlackBerry). The doctor stated it was not their policy to accept animals on Sundays because they were closed and that they only came in on Sundays to care for the animals they already had. After about 15 minutes of arguing, he said that he was on his way to the office anyway and would accept my pets when he got there. When I returned a few days later to pick up my dogs, amazingly enough, the price had increased about $20.00. I was in a hurry, so I did not argue. It seemed to be a legitimate charge, as I recall, but I am not sure what it was. I paid the bill and left.

This year, I decided to use them again. I guess I am a glutton for punishment. Hindsight being 20/20, I should have gone elsewhere. I was quoted a price of $176.00 for boarding and vaccinations (Rabies, Bordetella, and distemper). My wife had told me before I had dropped them off that she had been quoted $156 over the phone. We were short on time, as is usual when traveling for the holidays, so I did not push the issue. Again, probably not a good decision, but it was only $20.00. I showed up with my boys to drop them off on Friday, December 18, 2009. I brought their food, their blankets, and two toys. They might be a little spoiled. I asked if they could share a larger kennel so they could be together. They explained that would not change the price, even though that was not my motivation. They are like our children, and however silly it might sound, I wanted them to at least be with one another while they were there. I said that was not a problem and turned them over.

I was asked if I wanted them bathed before I picked them up. I told them it was not necessary. Gunner gets excited in the car, and as anyone who knows anything about the Boxer breed will attest, this means slobber…and a lot of it. I have become accustomed to bathing them at the destination just for this reason. As I was walking out the door, the lady behind the counter said I needed to call them 30 minutes prior to picking them up so they could have them dry from the bath before they went out in the cold. I was a little taken aback by the comment as I had just told her that I did not want them bathed. I explained a second time that a bath was not necessary because I was just going to have to bathe them again anyway. After that, I left.

On Monday, December 21, 2009, I returned to pick up my boys; I was greeted with a $199 bill. Now I was mad. I made it clear that I had been quoted $176 and that my wife had been quoted $156. When I asked what the additional charge was for, they said for the bath. Ok, do I just not have a firm grasp on reality, or did I not say not once, but twice that I did not want them bathed? I refused the charge. They removed it from the bill leaving a $183 balance. Again I asked why it was not $176. They explained it was for trimming Cash’s nails. This was supposed to be included in the original quote, but they said it was not. I agreed to that charge and handed the lady my credit card. After loading up my boys and their stuff, I went back in. She gave me my card and my receipt. I asked, “Is that everything?” She said that it was and I left.

On the drive back to my in-laws house, the stench of urine got worse and worse. I know I decided to forego the bath, but now I am faced with the fact that my boys had been laying in their own urine. The smell was almost overwhelming. The more I drove, the worse it got. When I returned, I bathed the boys and grabbed their blankets to put in the wash.

When the blankets had been returned to me, they were in a trash bag with the toys. I assumed this was done to make it easier to carry. As I opened the bag, expecting another overwhelming urine scent, I discovered something quite to the contrary. The blankets did not smell of urine at all. Now I was even more outraged. Not only did my boys have to lie in their own waste, they were not even given the blankets and toys I had brought for them for a quasi-sense of home. I washed the blankets anyway and made the decision to never take them back to Crain.

Later that night, I received a phone call from Crain. The lady on the other end was asking for my credit card number claiming that it had never been charged. Naturally, I was a tad suspicious given the circumstances. I told her I would not give her the number over the phone and that I would return the next day to pay the bill in person. My bank is usually pretty good about posting authorizations within minutes, so I decided to wait a full day to see if in fact it was charged. I waited for an authorization to post. It never did, and I did not recall signing anything, so I returned and paid the bill. I got all the print outs so in case I was charged twice, I would be able to prove what had happened.

I noticed that Cash had been developing a cough, but it seemed to subside. Then on Thursday, December 24, 2009, Gunner began to cough. It sounded like he had something caught in his throat and was trying to get it out. It got worse and worse to the point that almost every exhale was a cough or throat-clearing sound. After quite a bit of research, my wife and I came to the conclusion that he has Kennel Cough which continued through the night. The next day being Christmas Day, there were obviously no vets open, so getting him seen was not possible.

I took Gunner to Oak Grove Animal Clinic on Saturday, December 26, 2009, where I was told what he had was most likely Kennel Cough. Two injections, a bottle of pills later, and $100 later, we returned home.

This has been my experience. If you use Crain and are happy there, more power to you. If you have never gone, I wouldn’t advise it. If you are looking for a replacement vet, I would recommend Oak Grove Animal Clinic. They were very nice and got me seen in one day.

If you know anyone in the Oak Grove, Grain Valley, Blue Springs area, please send this to them. If nothing more, it will warn them.

Don’t go to Crain Veterinary Clinic in Grain Valley, Missouri is a post from: thekruser.com

Top 10 Inconsiderate Driving Styles: Are You One?

thekruser — Tue, 22 Dec 2009 14:55:15 +0000

Now, this is a subject that all of us could rant about for hours (or pages depending on your style), but it is one that I feel I must touch on. Now, all of us have been guilty of at least one of these at one time or another, be it inadvertent or purposefully, so I suppose I am ranting about every driver out there…including myself. However, if you are a habitual offender of one or more of the below, know that there are hundreds or people out there just hoping you piss off the wrong guy while driving through a dark alley.

The Non-Thankful Cutter-Inner
This one makes the top of my list because it is the one the pisses me off the most. How many times have you been nice enough to slow down (or at times COMPLETELY STOP) to either let someone in or let them cross and the thoughtless DICK did not expend the energy it takes to raise their fucking hand for a little courtesy wave? HELLO!!! I just went out-of-the-way to help you out, and you can’t even say thank you? I wish I were in a 1975 F-150 with a BrushMaster front bumper and no concern over a small hike in my insurance premium. You and your fancy Rolls Royce/Mercedes/BMW/whatever! GRRR!! My blood boils at the thought! I have gone so far as to roll my window down in the rain and stick my arm out the window to wave to thank someone who let me over in a traffic jam (it was dark out and I had tinted windows…don’t judge me).
The I-Will-Never-Let-You-In Guy
This is the antagonist to the Non-Thankful Cutter-Inner. This is the guy that sees you trying to get over and will not let you in. Now, I am not talking about the guy who won’t let in the Traffic Skipper (see below), I am talking about the guy that won’t let you off the on-ramp of the highway. The place you have no other choice to be. Seriously, you prick?? Like letting me in is really going to add any time to your journey! Look around! No one is moving! It is a traffic jam, asshole!!
The Slow-Fast Guy
This is the idiot that is driving 10 mile per hours UNDER the speed limit in the fast lane. Then, when you go to pass, he decides to hammer down and take her up to 10 OVER the speed limit just to not allow you to pass. Again, a beat-up, rusted-out 1975 F-150 would come in handy. Oh, how I would like to run you off the road, you and your little rice-burner with exhaust that sounds like a pissed-off bumblebee.
The Fast-Slow Guy
Again, the antagonist to the last guy. This is the jackass that will fly up on you and almost rear-end you, slam on his brakes, get pissed off, pass you, then slow down. I am the guy that religiously uses cruise control, usually set at 5-10 over depending on the flow of traffic. I won’t turn off the cruise control for anyone. Little irritates me more than having to take off the cruise control because some idiot decided to get in front of me then slow down. If you want to go faster than me, so be it…it is a free world, but make up your damn mind. If you pass me in a fit of rage because I am going too slow for your liking, then I catch you 10 minutes later without having sped up at all, you are a moron and I hope someone runs you off the road!
The Traffic Skipper
You know the guy I am talking about. A line of traffic is forming in the right lane, so this guy hammers down in the left lane (or vice-versa) in an attempt to bypass the traffic. Then he will go to the end and try to cut someone off to get over. It is at that point that all of us in the traffic lane become brothers. We all stay bumper-to-bumper until we pass the jerk so as to not let him in (this action is not to be confused with those of The I-Will-Never-Let-You-In Guy). Then the Blue Falcon (again, see below) lets him in. Now my fury is directed to the Blue Falcon for being…well…a Blue Falcon!
The Blue Falcon (a.k.a. The Buddy Fucker)
This is the guy that lets The Traffic Skipper in, or functions in some other similar capacity. We are all working as a team to keep The Traffic Skipper from completing his mission, and this guy lets him in, either on purpose (waving him in and then inadvertently creating a new species of Inconsiderate Driver…now we most likely are witness to a Traffic-Skipper-Non-Thankful-Cutter-Inner) or by not paying attention to the guy in front of him letting a gap form in front of him, of which The Traffic Skipper takes full advantage. Pay attention, prick!!
The I-Can’t-Drive-A-Stick Guy
This is the asshole that kills the car when the light turns green. It usually happens at one of those only-green-for-10-seconds lights. This guy just cannot seem to get the concept of a manual transmission and can usually not get the car started with any time left for anyone other than himself to charger through the light! Here’s an idea…IF YOU CAN’T DRIVE A STICK, DON’T LEAVE IN ONE!! Oh, and God forbid this asshole be stopped facing uphill. So many times I have wanted to just get out of my car and walk up to that idiot, rip them out of the car, drive the car to the top of the hill for them, leave it in neutral, get out, and give it a shove.

The I-Can’t-Park Guy
Pretty much goes without an explanation, but one irritates me more than others. The jackass that takes multiple spots! What a dick! You either think so much of your vehicle that it warrants you taking two spots to avoid door dings (in which case, I pray that someone t-bones your car while you are shopping) or you are just such a moron that you cannot negotiate your vehicle well enough to get it between the lines (usually, but not limited to, someone in a long bed, quad cab, dually who has never driven a truck before).
The Parallel Non-Parker
Again, should go without explanation, but I cannot go without tell you what irritates me! The Parallel-Park-Too-Close Guy. We, as GOOD drivers, are able to parallel park accurately, neatly leaving our vehicle centered in the lines, 12-18 inches from the curb. The Parallel-Park-Too-Close Guy is not competent enough to be able to do the same. He parks in front of you and is usually 2 feet into your space and 3 feet from the curb, making it impossible to pull out without backing up. You shift into reverse and look in your mirror. It is then that you realize that you have fallen victim to The Parallel-Park-Too-Close Tag Team. The guy behind you is 6 inches from your bumper. Holy Shit!! Someone get me a bat or a sledgehammer. Now you are forced to either sit and wait for one of the two jackasses to return to their vehicle (not a great idea if your temper is anything like mine) or doing the 900-point turn to try to get out without damaging your vehicle. I NEED A 1975 F-150!

The Spot Stealer
You are in a parking lot searching for an open spot. You see someone getting into their vehicle, so being the courteous driver that you are, you wait with your blinker on to alert everyone as to your intentions. As the guy drives his vehicle out of the spot, some prick pulls right in. Those of us who have seen Fried Green Tomatoes are just itching to re-enact that scene! This category also extends to those who park where they are not supposed to: parking in the handicapped spot when you are not handicapped, a male parking in a spot reserved for expectant mothers, a customer parking in the employee of the month spot, etc.

I am sure this is not an all-inclusive list. Please, add your nominations in the comments. Better to vent here than it is to get arrested for beating the crap out of some jackass who desperately needs it!

Top 10 Inconsiderate Driving Styles: Are You One? is a post from: thekruser.com

I said, "Hello" you Prick!

thekruser — Sat, 05 Dec 2009 22:16:22 +0000

Something I hate more than anything…inconsiderate people. Why is it that the farther down the path of time we go, the more manners seem to go by the wayside? No matter how nice you are to some people, they are just rude. The most recent example in my life, and the reason I am writing now, is the people who don’t ever return a greeting. Seriously, how fucking hard is it to just say hello back? Now, I will be the first to admit, and those who know me will attest to the validity of my claim…I am an asshole. I am usually not one that people stand in line to talk to, unless they want something from me. However, when someone offers me a greeting, I at least have the decency to return it.

Just a few moments ago, I passed an older lady in the grocery store. As I passed, I said, “Pardon me, ma’am.” She looked at me like I had a dick growing out of my forehead. She said nothing. It wasn’t that she didn’t speak English (I heard her talk the other lady she was with just prior), she was just a rude old lady. A few minutes later I said, “Hello” to a guy about my age. Again, no response. As I passed, I said, “Or I guess I could just go fuck myself!” He looked shocked. Not sure why…that’s pretty much what he said by not saying anything at all. As I rounded a corner, my cart bumped into another cart belonging to another grocery store patron. I said, “Excuse me, sir, I’m sorry.” Old boy just glared at me. To be fair, I offered a “Hi, there” to a few others who responded in kind, but three instances of rudeness in less than 30 minutes? Not really a coincidence as much as a sign of where out society is going. To say I am irritated would be an understatement.

Now, to be honest, I do not offer a greeting to everyone I pass. If the situation dictates, I do, but I am not one of those annoying people who bounces from person to person trying to spark up conversation. I just try to be polite. At the end of the day, I guess I am just disappointed with the crassness of our society. People wonder why others don’t stop to help change a tire in the rain, or otherwise offers of a “helping hand” don’t come often. This is why. We are living in a society of people who just do not have common courtesy. They have no sense of community. I am not trying to blame the descent of this country on simple acts of rudeness, but it is where it all starts.

Do me a favor, the next time someone offers you a greeting, think about it for a second before you just look at them in disgust. A little courtesy will go a long way. Think I am wrong? What do you do?

Tell the world how you feel. Let it out in a comment. Doesn’t matter if you agree or think I am nuts, you will feel better if you take a moment to vent.

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