Do you ever get those people that actually walk slower once they figure out you're behind them? Then they move from side to side to block you from going around them. Or those people that drag their feet. Its like, are you that fucking lazy you can't pick your feet up when walking that you have to shhhh shhhh shhh down the hall? By the way, never shake hands with these people, you're liable to get one hell of a shock. Now that I think about it, people are stupid.

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And thus you have cited the foundation of this blog.

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How about those retarded bastards that just stop, without warning, right in front of you so that you pile into them. Usually this occurs when some shiny object catches their eye while shopping in a crowded mall around Christmas time.

I fantasize about running through mall during these periods, swinging a machete.

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I seem to get the person who not only cuts me off, but picks their butt while walking in front of me...it happened twice just this month...

Mtn View is an alright place..I had a great experience at the Kragen on El Camino today...but i feel sorry for young kids trying to learn their address, and the street names are Atasthacdero and Embarcanededo....
what the hell?

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I feel the EXACT same way. But also with my car. It's a miracle I haven't had more accidents.

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I only walk slow in front of people when I am cropdusting. Just spreading the love.

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A crippled three-legged dog with cancer? Ouch.

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Meh, I find the fact that they are going slow is usually because they're talking, a lot, and quite freely and openly for a public venue. Coupled with my being fairly short and quiet, this leads to my getting to learn quite a bit about some people. Most people don't even notice I'm there, so they go on and on talking to someone near them, or typically on their cell phone, or otherwise going about their life, while meanwhile I merrily pick up every bit of information I might find useful one day.

Now let's see how fast you walk constantly turning around to make sure there's not some short f**ker about to go Phone Booth on you...

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Wait a minute, you're kidding right? This isn't a real post is it?

GO AROUND THEM.

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Good for you on the hate blog. Next time some retarded, crippled three-legged dog with cancer gets in front of you, I hope it's me, and that I am Mexican, or something else that annoys you, because I am crippled, and I do sound retarded.

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He got you there.

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...and I do sound retarded.

Such as in that comment.

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Heh, I usually just say EXCUSE ME in an irritated voice so they'll get out of the way, and then try to resist the urge to slap that dirty look right off their face, yes TRY.

Note: This is one of the reasons that I hate the mall....

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