ok i wanted to talk about one of the things that makes me so irrate on a regular basis that i just wnat to punch people. Let me preface this with the fact that i have now in my life lived in 2 very tourist heavy places, florence and san francisco, so i hate tourists for the reason which i am about to discuss.
let me paint you a picture: you are walking to class or to the mall or somewhere where you need to be and in front of you is a group of tourists. tourists can also be replaced with people who just gneerally don't pay attention to the world around them. so you start walking and they like walk really slow, in the middle of the sidewalk so that you cna't get around them. they randomly stop to take pictures, or look at there map or just generally take forever and don't ever notice that you are there and need to get by!! let me paint you another picture. today i went to this local jewish deli to buy one of their famed corned beef sangwhiches. truly delicious. i am all about coleslaw and russian dressing. anyways there is this ridiculously long line and the girl taking orders you can tell she's trying ot keep it going quickly. to me i see this situation and i think a few things. First, i should really know what i want by the time i get up there to keep things moving quickly. 2. i should make sure i have all my shit togehter so that i'm not caught unprepaired. 3. just generally i need to remember to be quick, concise, and keep the line from slowing down because it's not just me in line it's like 20 other peopel's lives and hunger i'm dealing with. anyways this is the situation. then this stupid family of 3 in front of me gets to the front and proceeds to do this. Ok when you read this try ot do it outloud and remember that these people were also talking really slow liek they were at fucking nordstroms picking out jeans.
waitress: hi what can i get you
dad: um.....hmm let me look at the menu
mom: i'm not sure you go first honey
daughter: um...no mom you go first
dad: i'll have blah blha blah
mom: can you tell me about the number 96 and the meatballs. are those meatballs made here on the premise?
waitress: yes
mom: hmmm ok well i'll have.....that...i guess
daughter: ok tell me the difference between the 70 and the 76
waitress: (explains both sangwhiches quickly and precisely)
daughter: hmm i don't know what i should get mom!
mom: honey whatever you choose will be great
daughter: i'll go for the 76
waitress: excellent choice
mom: do you have any room temperature water. i don't wnat cold water. is this cold water all you have
daugther: on second thought i think i'll go for the.....hmmm...the number 70
mom: hmm actually could i ahve that sandwhich with no cheese?
waitress: yes mam, and i'll look for that water.
meanwhile everyone in line is thinking "holy fuck just fucking order and move the fuck on!!!!" like serioulsy this was so ridiculous and i almost wanted to say something about the complete lack of consideration. seriously why are people liek this!! you know who i'm talking about. the kind of people who walk in a daze and run into you because they don't notice that you are there. waht the fuck people!! wake the fuck up! you are not the only person on this earth! goddamnit i hate that shit!
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