A recent nomination made mention of the fact that most sane people simply want to live in peace and harmony and enjoy the one life they’ve got. I think that’s true. I also think there’s an unspoken assumption that people in general are basically good and well intentioned. I think that’s false. Based upon my own personal observations, I believe the vast majority of people are absolute bastards, who are utterly self-obsessed, selfish, irresponsible, inconsiderate and would do you down in a heartbeat if it benefitted them in some way.
There are degrees of bastardness of course, but it doesn’t change the fact that people are just bastards. I’m not talking about major stuff like mass shootings, rioting, looting, etc. Just everyday things that make you say, “You fucking bastard”. To start the ball rolling, I’ll provide a few examples then let you all take it from there.
You’re driving in the outside lane, all eyes and ears and making good progress. Then some cunt on your inside wants to overtake the vehicle in front of it and pulls out into your lane forcing you to brake to avoid a collision. Instinctively you check your rear view mirror and there’s absolutely nothing behind you. They couldn’t wait 5 seconds for you to go past could they? Bastard!
You’ve popped into a supermarket for a couple of items. The place is busy with several checkout lines forming. No matter thinks you as you mosey over to the express 10 items or less checkout. Only to discover some cunt is unloading a mountainous trolley of groceries onto the conveyor belt. Does the 12 year old at the till tell them to do one? Hell no. Two bastards!
A company you do business with has fucked up forcing you to call their customer services. You enter your account number using your ‘phone so now they have two pieces of identifying information. When someone eventually comes on the line, what happens? Yep, they ask you for your account number! They then waste even more of your time trying to undo what their incompetent employer has done, safe in the knowledge they’re getting paid either way. While you have to deal with someone else’s fuck up in your own time and for free. Bastards!
You’ve booked a table at a super nice restaurant for a special occasion and have been looking forward to the night out for a while. You get seated and are perusing the wine list when the family from hell show up complete with infant/kid who’d be much happier at McDonald’s. Does the maître d’ direct said filth to a far corner where their noise and insufferable obnoxiousness can be limited. Nope. They’re seated next to you. Bastard! The infant/kid then wreaks havoc thus destroying the ambience and any tiny morsel of enjoyment you might have otherwise gained from the evening. Bastards!
Are any of these examples a once-in-a-blue-moon event? Or do they happen on a grand scale, every single day of the week?
Nominated by : Imitation Yank
