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whether i am dabbling with being rude, or if pimply are seeple peeyond the bail... er, if people are simply beyond the pale. like, the other day, i am gradually approaching two women, old and middle-aged, on my usual walk. they are standing in the middle of the sidewalk, talking. lots of hand talking it is a very busy street. even stepping onto the curb is a bit tense. the lady on the side of the street is holding a leash on a fidgeting dog, that's hanging over the edge of the curb. and they are standing right in front of an empty driveway, and, c'mon, please? have a clue? move? of course not. they pretend i do not exist. i have to full-on stop walking and say "excuse me" before they make a big fuss of oh my god how do we get out of the way this is so complicated it was kind of the cherry on top, from the three karens trying to run me off the sidewalk with baby strollers. a good 80% of the problem people are women. it's an awkward statistic, so i wouldn't bring it up unless it was pretty overwhelming, which it is. i am happy to scoot around people. or, well, i was, but i have to say i'm feeling a tad bullied and as such i find myself increasingly brash and sassy but i'm still not sure about it. |
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you said excuse me and they got out of the way what's the big deal how were you bullied i don't understand |
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this is how it starts guys the mass shootings in america |
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i suppose it makes sense you'd not understand women |
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i can provide a larger context. i had been approaching them along a long, straight stretch of road for two or three minutes. they were vigorously hand-talking, but i saw some darted glances at me; they knew i was winding down. there was a space right next to them to move aside into; keep talking. the street was full of cars going 45 and the lady's dog was on the tree lawn, leaning over into the street. i am not getting hit by a car for this shit. mitigating circumstances, perhaps: they might have seen me step out onto the road to surpass a lumbering 250lb individual of indeterminate gender. there was space; there was a break in traffic. but by the time i got to them, cars were thick and fast; thanks to poor dog handling i've no viable route around them. i expect them to realize this and move aside, as they've clearly seen me approach -- as above -- but, no, they suddenly bore in on each other; do their best to shield their conscious minds of me in the assumption they can keep hogging the fucking sidewalk next to an empty driveway. my only regret is that i did not have a ready store of fart gas to dispel as i passed betwixt the indignant twits |
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solutions: 1. just don't ever leave the house again 2. assert dominance by shoving them on the street (that's what the grandparents here in germany do, but they don't wait 3 minutes for it) 3. get a cute baby / dog and throw it at them, cause thats the language they understand 4. last thing i could think that would work is to become a homeless person, so you will always have a 5 meter radius vacuum around you |
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you had to say excuse me BIG FUCKING DEAL |
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i'm not even sure they saw you and if they did and they weren't polite and you had to say excuse me STILL it's no fucking big fucking matter to get angry about |
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those are excellent choices :) |
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you should have done what that guy in the Verve video does |
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i'm not sure how getting sued by the rolling stones would help |
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would be a laugh though, the police would roll you in a carpet and jump up and down on you so you do get bruises |
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FUCKING WALK INTO THEM Seriously I see people blocking the pavement like that and i'm in a spicy mood i fucking RELISH the thought of shoulder barging the fucking lot of them ... they usually move estate agents are the fucking worst for it... think they own everything |
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walk straight into the cunts and afterwards go "oh, im sorry" as if you didn't see them when you obviously did - they never fucking do anything - people are weird. |
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people always take the path of least resistance and they wont stop chopsing with their mates if they think we'll happily hop into the gutter to allow them to do so. there is a deeper tactical lesson here. |
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having it's always preferably to be in a really good mood, where it aint no problem anyways |
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well i live about and i walk by there often. don't want to start a thing, u noe. those hair ladies, nothing but time and rumination anyways, i could tell they were silo-ing [for lack of a better phrase] and so i walked up to them, full stop. waited a heavy moment. they know i am there. then i say "excuse me" not, like, "oh, excuse me." but more like "excuse me" like the boss interrupting two gabby secretaries they are flustered, that was part of the disorderly withdrawal, but then, no, they're mostly annoyed, i was supposed to walk into the path of an oncoming car, how dare we be shooed, let's froth it up like it's this huge complicated fuss, backup, no you, dog goes diagonal. i sigh and wait bump into someone, you gotta be careful with that. i'm a big oaf, four inches taller than either at least, i can't push over hair ladies and not get drawn and quartered i have, however, mastered the purse tap. cluster of people on the corner of the street, chatting, clogging it, cars everywhere, always a lady with a giant handbag hanging out like a sensor. walk by and hip check that bag, very solid, careful tap, keep walking, she looks, you're gone, she looks back, you're out of range, wat |
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>>> i can't push over hair ladies and not get drawn and quartered no need to push em over, just be an unstoppable force, try it they love it... prb get their #s |
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make me feel like i'm trying to justify walking across main roads without heed for traffic or something (which, by the way, is a good way of finding out if your subconcious mind has it in for you), its a fucking pavement, you are walking, if they dont get out of the way then fuck em. Weird inversion of expected British/American behaviour going on here. |
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man assaults two women on sidewalk |
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