Theory
I will preface this entry by stating that I am suffering from acute homemade spaghetti sauce intoxication [thanks mom and dad:-)], and thus have an almost complete lack of inhibition when it comes to sharing my opinions. Come to a family dinner sometime, you'll get the jist.
It never ceases to amaze me just how idiotic people can be. I have a theory about the devolution of the human species. It is based entirely on anecdotal evidence and conjecture, and would likely be wildly unpopular if I ever published it, but that doesn't mean it's not right. It just means people took it personally. Which, based on further anecdotal evidence, would lead me to believe it hit kind of close to home.
But that's for a future blog entry. Today's entry deals with the following newly discovered truth:
You may need to be a rocket scientist to afford an Infiniti G35, but you don't need to be a rocket scientist to drive an Infiniti G35.
This morning, I took my car in to get it's 40K service and oil change (stay tuned for a rant about what a money pit owning a car, new or used, is in a future in entry). When I got to the dealership at 8:00 am, it was closed. The door was locked. The sign on the door said it would open at 8:30. No big deal, I'd just be first to come, first served. Silver lining. Six other people arrived after me, saw me standing outside the door, looked at the sign, and said "darn, it's not open yet" and waited patiently alongside me. Person number 7 pulled up in a shiny new, highly fuel-inneficient Infiniti G35, saw us all standing outside in the cold, checking our watches, walked up to the door, pulled on the handle repeatedly, and looked completely dumbstruck.
"It's not open yet," I stated in that "state the obvious" sort of tone.
"Huh?" queried the sufferer of small-man complex.
"That's why we're all standing out here, instead of in there," I continued. I wanted to avoid words with more than three syllables.
"Oh. I thought you were all smokers or something." Not a single one of us held a lit cigarette in our hands, but I can understand his confusion. I mean, why else would a group of people stand outside on a Saturday morning looking as aimless as we all did?
I don't know why this guy pissed me off, but he did. Okay, maybe I do know why. Maybe it was his total lack of common sense, or his holier-than-thou "your pulling on the handle might not have worked, but mine will" attitude. Like elevator-button repeat-pushers. They can see it's lit up. They can see a group of people waiting. But they insist that their push of the elevator button will magically summon the pulley-guided beast from its slumber, where mine previously failed. Or maybe it's more deep-seated than that. Maybe it's further evidence of my misplaced faith in humanity and its ability to get a freaking clue. But I'm just a girl who gets drunk on tomato sauce, so what do I know?
Comments
We need to get you back out here to Seattle where we can get you toasted on sauce and have you comment on the insanely large population of those horrible "Hummers" and SUVs that abound here. And their drivers. Don't get Tim started :-) I agree though - do you suppose they pay extra for the attitude that comes with their car, or is it one of those little perks like 0% down or low APR financing? Take comfort in the fact that he is actually likely living way beyond his means and drowning debt (moreso than the average north american that makes due with your basic and generally more economical 4 wheels to get from point A to point B) just so he can drive his status symbol and sport that superior-than-thou attitude.
Posted by: heather at March 27, 2005 08:57 PM