Thursday, September 2, 2010

Someone tell me I'm not crazy.

Most of the time I don't really care what people do. It can and has been some pretty creepy shit but I keep my mouth shut and prefer not to say a damn thing. As the balding man sitting in the corner of your bedroom would say, watching is more fun anyway. But sometimes I am forced out of my quiet room of judgment and feel obligated to look someone straight in the eye and ask them, "I'm sorry, but what the fuck do you think you are doing?" It isn't something I do to make people feel bad, I do it because there is no sane human being who would look at these actions and NOT say something, at least to themselves. I, however, have no filter in places like this. So what I say to myself gets passed like glorious projectile judgment onto the unsuspecting dumb ass.
Now, I said it takes some freaky shit. But it also takes some stupid shit.
Do NOT ask me what time a particular event is taking place when no less than three feet from my face and one foot from your hand is sign telling you your precious water aerobics class is at 10. This by itself would not get you covered in my verbal vomit but when you then proceed to cover your hands, arms, AND LEGS in the sanatizer that sits right next to that same sign, prepare for something to fly right at you.
I'm sorry, what the fuck do you think you are doing?
First of all you are not going, you are coming INTO the gym. Which means that you are sanitizing your entire body in preparation to go...into the pool. That is filled with chlorine. Doing this with out an ounce of realization does not make it endearing, it makes you stupid.

1 comment:

  1. dear god, i wish i could have seen this.

    and i know i would have said the same thing....wtf?! haha

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