The Laundromat

While doing my laundry today, I was witness to some true hateful hostility. Here is how it played out:

A man wanted to use a bin and approached a woman around the bins.

Man: Excuse me, are you using this?
Woman: WHAT??
Man: I was just wondering if you were using this.
Woman: STOP bothering me, i don't CARE.
Man: I was just trying to be polite

He walks away with obvious disgust, shaking his head wondering why being polite should illicitness an attitude like that. At this point I am smiling, completely amused that someone could be so, well, YUCKY.

Then the woman proceeds to say, "why the fuck is everyone so happy?" Then left with a humph.

I told the man that he shouldn't be discouraged and to continue to be nice to people, even if some react like assholes.

To the man: he made me smile! And it makes me happy when others are happy. Some people just really need to chill out and not take laundry or life too seriously.

Michael Jackson RIP video

This is sad but true. Most people all of a sudden love someone when they have died (ie. Michael Jackson). Even if they hated him while he was alive, they celebrate his life in death. That's bogus. Hypocritism at it's fullest.

What this video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tVACUjHn6yU

We are all just animals

My cat Monkee, started getting frisky and I see her looking around at some predator I can not yet detect. After making my vegetable soup experiment that took almost 2 hours, I sit down to do some photo stuff at the computer when i hear a buzzing, it's a fly. Now I understood what my cat was so interested in. We were now on the same page, we both wanted the same thing, it dead.

My cat's eyes dart back and forth from the fly to me. I look at her and then at the fly. It's a 3 way draw, but i don't think the fly is aware of all of this. It's the kind of fly that's all big and flies really slow. At this point, the fly is stationary and almost to the ceiling, where Monkee does not have any kind of access to. She starts making these weird cat noises and I sense her frustration. At this point we are one in the same.

This is where I earn my place on the food chain. Quickly looking around, I locate my slipper, the perfect murder weapon, granted the fly is the kind I'm pegging him to be. I start to climb my desk with slipper in hand, careful to steady myself on unsteady furniture. My cat looks on in jealousy that I have this kind of power and I'm going to get the points for the kill. A little nervous at this point, I almost fall, but regain my balance and quietly but quickly SMACK! Dead.

I look over at Monkee and she looks at me, knowing what I had just done. There was almost a sadness in her eyes. I know what she's thinking, the game was over. In the coming hour she will continue to look up to where the fly was in hopes it will perhaps be there to taunt here again. Ha Ha Wrong stupid cat! She can't even remember it's dead.

Wait what's that up there? Is the fly back?