Wednesday, July 25, 2012

A Note Before I Depart to Seattle

So I’m officially off to visit the West coast tomorrow, as I’m flying my happy ass to Seattle for the 15th birthday celebration.  This fact does not annoy me.  However, I’ve been noticing more and more things that DO annoy me lately and I’ve compiled enough to make a list.  Afraid the Seattle air will suck these great things out of my brain, I decided to void my brain of these items in a mindless ramble a la the Internet.  Also, the word “void” makes me think “your bowels.”  Enjoy.
1.  People who tell you their weekend plans just so they can tell you theirs.  It’s classic and easy to tell when someone walks up to you with a poop-eating grin (isn’t the word “poop” funny?) and says, “Got any plans this weekend?”  Before I can enthrall them with my agenda of “scrubbing the carpet from the latest cat vomit spree and then drinking beer on my porch and postulating as to my neighbor’s profession…we’re fairly sure she’s a prostit…” I’m cut off with plans of, you know, actually doing stuff.  (In case you’re wondering, the end of that sentence was going to be “ute.”)  Maybe it’s irritating to me that people actually seem to have fun on their weekends or maybe I just hate being interrupted by someone who actually seems to have fun on their weekends, but whatever it is, stop it.  Just come up to the person and say, “Hey!  I’m totally going whitewater rafting with George Clooney this weekend after we hit up happy hour at Virago where we’re gonna  hang out with the guy from the Dos Equis commercials.”  And it’s perfectly acceptable to walk away before I tell you my exciting plans of cleaning out the moldy substances in my refrigerator and stealing my neighbor’s front license plate that is maddeningly crooked.  You’ll probably just think I’m a psycho anyway.
2.  People who jog on crowded roads.  Here’s the thing – I myself run on a road, but it’s through a neighborhood, it’s fairly common to see people running down this road, and it’s not a main thoroughfare through anything.  People running down Mallory Lane next to the I-65 entrance ramp are just doing this to show off their incredibly toned stomachs and heat resistance (note:  This IS a very specific description of a very annoying person jogging in the middle of Cool Springs while it was approximately the temperature of Dante’s 10th level of hell outside.)  I’m not saying, “Don’t exercise.”  What I’m saying is, “Exercise in a place where 1. You have the least likely chance of being run over by a trucker who is just trying to get on the interstate to deliver his load of bananas before midnight and 2.  YOU’RE ONLY DOING THIS TO SHOW OFF AND WE ALL KNOW IT.”  So continue to sweat and continue to dodge mobile meth labs.  Because what you’re doing is stupid. 
3.  Guys who say “delish” instead of delicious.  This is actually aimed at one person, also, and that person is Tyler Florence.  He used the phrase “delish” the other day in reference to something he made and holy crap, I almost threw my Hot Pocket at the television.  First off, shortening words is a known annoyance of mine and almost always the tell-tale trait of a hipster.  Females engaging in this questionable activity are bad enough, but dudes?  Seriously?  You sound like Andy Cohen and no one needs that much Andy Cohen is their lives.  Secondly, how can anyone think that the abbreviation of a word that’s NOT EVEN THAT FREAKIN’ LONG could make you sound hip, cool, or even intelligent?  So, Tyler Florence, until you can get a grip on your vocabulary, you’re going to need to take your tasty-looking pesto elsewhere, because this girl can’t listen to a man who has obviously spent way too much time in the presence of dumb people. 
4.  Chick-fil-A.  I’m not about to go off on some anti-gay restaurant rant, mainly because it won’t do a damn bit of good and I shudder at the thought of starting a gay marriage debate, because, well, that sounds like it would annoy me.  The whole “we don’t support gay people” stance isn’t what bothered me to begin with anyway – it’s the fact that their food sucks.  Granted, this view is probably due to the fact that Chick-fil-A was one of the few options available on my freshman meal plan at the good ole UT of K and I gorged myself on their nuggets so much that I could possibly live until Joan Rivers dies before I need anything even resembling a piece of Chick-fil-A chicken again.  Secondly, I’ve NEVER been in one of their restaurants that wasn’t completely crowded, inside and out.  The location in Brentwood gets so backed up in their drive-through at lunch that they have to make some poor sap stand out there and direct traffic or something (not sure what he does, but I’ve seen him out there talking to folks in their cars on numerous occasions.  I’ve also said the phrase, “Why don’t you get your ass out of the car and go inside instead of wasting three gallons of gas while you wait for your deep-fried crap?” on numerous occasions.)  I’ve found out why someone would choose the gas-waste route, as upon stepping into a Chick-fil-A I’ve often been overwhelmed by the sheer amount of children in one place.  Don’t get me wrong – I like kids and I’m aware that most of them need to eat in order to survive.  But holy honey mustard dipping sauce, they’re EVERYWHERE in there!  It’s loud, it’s chaotic, and their chicken sucks.  Besides the fact that they’re closed on Sundays, these are plenty of reasons for me to avoid this place like the plague, no matter their political stance on marriage.  Now if we could work on those horrible billboards and get them the hell out of the SEC tournament, I’d be one happy camper.  

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