I'm Trying to Talk Here!

Kurt, from the always witty and wickedly funny, OtherPeopleExist blog site has commented more than once on my blog, that he anxiously awaits the time when someone using a cell phone in a public place "shushes" him. You know, when they tell him that his public conduct in someway is interferring with what ought to be a private phone conversation, that is, if they had the brains to conduct it in a private place. Well, I had that experience, sort of, anyway. The lovely Mrs. Sneed and I, along with younger son Sneed, went to a quasi-fast food joint. The drill is that you wait in line to order and then find a table. When the food is ready, they call your name and you go pick up the food. Wait, forget the quasi, it is a fast food place, with a lot of decorations. Son Sneed and I waited to order, about fourth or fifth in line, while the lovely Mrs. Sneed scouted out a good table. There was one line with two cashiers. Cashier one was your standard teenage kid and cashier two was the manager, a woman about 40 years-old or so. As an aside, if you are forty and managing a fast food restaurant, it may be time to rethink the career progress. Judgemental for sure, but hey that's my thinking. While we waited, the manager woman stopped taking orders altogether, while she and the assistant manager had a ten minute conversation at the register, keeping those of us in line, in line. Now, I am not the most patient guy in the world, so at the 2 minute mark I began, what turned into a series of increasingly loud, smartass remarks, designed to prod her back into action. Well, this short bald guy in front of me wearing, and I am not making this up, a red Women's Flat Track Derby Association shirt, whips around and harrumphs at me because my loud remarks are interferring with the very important cell phone call he is having. His harrumph was to no avail, because I stopped ragging on the manager, and started making smartass remarks about phone calls in public. I got no reaction, so I returned to the manager. Not as ugly a scene as I was prepared to make, but a small victory, in my view. In a somewhat related matter, I would like to propose some sort of vigilante action against jackasses who think it is acceptable to blast their car steros. I am taking suggestions as to the nature of the action. I have considered taking a ball bat to the offender's windshield, but the possible outcomes include being pummelled or incarcerated, both which give me pause. I'm thinking of some sort of ray gun that can be deployed from a safe distance. If you have any information on such a device, please email me. Merle. Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong and sometimes just full of it. Tag: Daily Life Personal Finance Humor