Mad, bad, and dangerous to know

things i hate: part two

people that ride escalotors like they’re on a fucking rollercoaster instead of walking up it.

those liquor stores in the ‘hood that don’t hire the people that live in the ‘hood/ frequent their shitty little stores and that put up signs saying “only one student at a time” aka only one black/brown kid at a time because i only have 2 eyes and one video camera and i can’t watch all of your thieving asses at once.

the general apathy of CTA employees.

the miami heat.

people who talk a lot and use words like accoutrement, internalizing, ableist.

menus with pictures on them.

i hate bartenders who up sell me when i want a gin and tonic. “what kind of gin?” um, the gin kind. if i wanted to waste my money mixing premium alcohol with tonic i’d ask for it. stop taking your job so seriously and think for a second, would you rather charge me $8 for a drink or $11. more likely to get a better tip if you just gave me what i asked for (and make it strong).

i hate girl bartenders that ignore anyone without a dick. especially the ones who give you a “3 count” when you get a jameson on the rocks. honey, melt the ice. the owner of the bar pays peanuts for that bottle. an extra second or so isn’t gonna kill him- it’s bad enough i have to pay $10 for an average sized dick full of whiskey.

i hate it when people’s first question of me at a social gathering is “what do you do?”

i hate people that don’t say excuse me when they bump me, step on me, etc and people that don’t say thank you when i hold the door.