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10 Types of People You Should Be Allowed to Slap Whenever You Want

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Note: I just stumbled across this in the archives. Apparently, I was in a bit of a mood when I sat down at my laptop, which should surprise absolutely no one…

1. The people who turn left from the far-right lane.

Without using a turn signal. Or slowing down. Or even understanding what a turn is. There you are in your car, secretly listening to Milli Vanilli and singing all the words, when there they go, hurtling across 5 lanes of traffic, tires screeching in pain, and using the median to catapult them into the parking lot of Piggly Wiggly. Dude, there ain’t nothin’ up in there that you gotta have that bad. Relax.

2. Hyper people who insist on drinking gallons of coffee.

Look, you have got to put that cup down before somebody gets hurt. You are already so wired that your nipples are vibrating. There is no reason on this planet for you to continue sucking down the caffeine like a newborn calf that just figured out where the milk comes from. And you’re talking so fast and so high that I don’t even think they’ve given that decibel level a number yet. Can you not hear the dogs barking and running this way?

3. Complete strangers who think the mere fact that you are standing next to them in line at the burger joint makes you instant best friends.

“Isn’t that the cutest little blouse! I’d sure like to have me one of those. Where’d you get it? Do you think they still have more? Of course, I was talkin’ to Delilah Jean over at the Snip and Flip (she is the only one who can do a perm right in this town, you should go see her, really should) and she was sayin’ that stripes ain’t quite right for my figure, but I don’t know if I should listen to her cuz she does drink a little. And she married that man from Shreveport, and we all know how that’s gonna turn out, don’t we, sweetie?”

4. Otherwise-normal people who take one swig of alcohol and completely lose their minds.

One second, all demure and proper, being very pleasant and conversational. Half a beer and a transitional non-discreet belch later, they’re knocking things over, bellowing at people across the room, laughing at nothing, and trying to show cleavage. Two beers later they’re under the table, insisting on pinching everyone’s toes and singing a lusty ballad about a leprechaun and two pints of apple butter. Life is too short to deal with these people. Wait until you hear snoring from down yonder, hand the waitress some money for cab fare should Belchetta arise from the dead before the next shift, and then run like the wind.

5. People who should really just go ahead and marry their smart phone.

I just don’t understand these folks that can no longer function in society unless they are fingering their device every two seconds. I haven’t seen that much personal affection for an inanimate object since a certain blue movie back in the day, one involving lusty farmhands, a variety of gardening implements, and some very limber recipients who have never run across something they can’t straddle.

6. People in neighboring cars who have their thumping radio turned up to meltdown levels.

Death is too good for you. End trans.

7. Anyone who watches “Fox News” and believes what they are seeing is actual news.

I’m assuming no explanation is necessary.

8. Self-pity posting in social media.

I’m so sorry that you’ve had a bad day. Really. Hope it gets better. But now that we’re talking, I thought I should point out something. Every single day seems to suck for you. You know what this means? You’re doing something wrong in your life. Uh huh. So stop doing whatever that is. And then you won’t be so blue. Yay!

P.S. But let’s not post again until you’ve managed to make the mean people go away, okay? That will make everyone smile. If you’re not sure what “smiling” is, I can provide a link. Thank you for your consideration in this matter.

9. The clueless parents who don’t understand that their poorly-supervised child could possibly destroy civilization as we know it.

Dear Mom and Dad, at the next table in this fine restaurant. Your offspring is currently terrorizing the rest of us with his screaming, throwing of utensils, and general ability to help folks comprehend why some animals eat their young. All of which you are ignoring as if Damian was not dining with you. Perhaps you should know that I’m not from that Hillary village where everyone joyously assists in the platonic upraising of a child. I’m from the village down the road, where we firmly believe that people who did not participate in the conception of a child should not have to suffer in any way. Would you like a brochure?

10. The eye-witness idiots they always manage to interview on the nightly news.

“I seen everything! Sure did. I was up in the car with all of my nine babies and I was tryin’ to remember they daddy names, ’cause I got bills, sure do, and the tire fell off the car, almos’ broke my other tooth, and here come some man, runnin’. Why he runnin’ ain’t my mess, he just runnin’, all I know, and here come another man and… scuse me a sec… Joe Dean Three, quit hittin’ on your sister, she tender-headed!… anyway… and that other man had him a crowbar. Well, that don’t look good, no sir, don’t never wanna man with a crowbar behind ya, learned that when I was knee-high. And then BAM, runnin’ man ain’t runnin’ no more. Laid out like a split possum, he was. Said a prayer to Jesus, I did… hey.. Can I say happy birthday to my momma? She in prison, but they get the TV up in there.”

Reporter: “That’s a very interesting story. Can I get your name for the record?”

“Mary. Mary Fallin. Two-time governor of Oklahoma, I was.”

“Thank you, Mary.”

 

Previously published in “The Sound and the Fury” and “Bonnywood Manor”. Updated mildly for this post. I feel compelled to say this about #8: I’m not talking about people who are actually clinically-depressed, as that is a serious condition worthy of treatment, understanding and support. I’m talking about the people who create drama just for attention. Like Donald Trump. Big difference.

 

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    • Oh, I think your post today was fine, as are all of them. You made some very valid points, which appear to contradict on the surface, but really, the underlying theme is the same. Act decently, do the right thing, and always respect the rights of others…

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  6. Jeez, B.

    Who’d have thunk a calm, sweet person such as yourself would be so annoyed by all these arsehole-y people!

    I have to say though….

    Kind of does it for me, lol

    💜💜💜💜

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  10. All of these, definitely, especially #7. I overhear many conversations where one person is saying to others, guess what i heard on the news last night? Then person relays some outrageous bit to her listeners. And i think, you’re right. I don’t believe it, ’cause it’s not true. And i totally know where you heard it. I want to scream, FAKE! FAKE.
    Stop watching that shit!

    And then #1. Oh those bad, super bad drivers. They are absolutely everywhere. I think their licenses must be as fake as most of the news they listen to…

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    • I can’t tell you how many times my own mother has pulled the same crap with me. (She has Fox News on 24×7.) She’ll pop off with something so outrageous, firmly convinced in the truth of it, that I just look at her, stunned. Yet she is the sweetest person on the planet. How does one deal with that? I’m still trying to figure it out…

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  11. I’d add…when you’ve been standing in line for 30 minutes and they finally call for someone to open another register. “I’ll take the next person in line,” they say. So the LAST person in line rushes up and starts throwing their goodies on the counter. I have actually gotten into a verbal altercation with said people…of course, it was fruitless as these people are virtually unarmed when it comes to asking them what part of “next in line” did they not understand.
    Yep…they deserve to be not only slapped…they should be sentenced to watch Fox News for a solid week. Wait…they probably already do. Sigh.

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    • Oh, I’m glad you brought up this point, and I should have included it, but I was just overwhelmed by all the ways in which people annoy me. Those gauntlet runners when they open a new checkout lane? I can really understand why otherwise decent people suddenly resort to violence. I’ve resisted so far, but damn…

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  12. I was going to take a bit of umbrage about #8, but then you explained and all was unicorns and rainbows up in here once again. Testify! Now I note that you left out the annoying brain dead who occupy grocery stories at the exact same time one tries to stop in for a quart of milk. They slaver and drool and slop around like everyone else has all day. Get thee hence, Zombie wanna-bes and go back to the set of ‘The Walking Dead’. Even if it is off the air now. Some of those self-same brain dead are guilty of #5 and have been in danger of having that phone shoved up an orifice God never intended to use for dialing or reading cutesy tweets from one’s ten thousand BFFs…. They never noticed. I never acted. Who needs the cops getting involved? All one really wanted was a $%#@!! quart of milk after all!

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    • This is what kills me, how some folks have become so self-involved that they truly do not understand that they are being assholes. We’ve both had hard lives, and if anyone has a right to have developed an anti-social attitude, we are definitely in the running. But we still manage to function in a graceful and respectable manner, even in a world filled with graceless and respectless heathens…

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    • Interesting that you brought that up, as I’m a leg-jiggler as well. Always have been. I know NOW that it’s another symptom of my youthful and continuing-to-this-day anxiety that my parents and doctors overlooked, but I do try to control it, with varying degrees of success…

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  19. Oh my gosh, number 5 especially!!

    I used to know a woman who would ask me out to coffee occasionally. One day I agreed to it. I’m not sure why she needed me there, as clearly the whole purpose of a coffee date for her was to provide minute by minute updates to her facebook friends as to how delicious her beverage was ( and how pretty it was). I attempted conversation, but it was obvious that I was interrupting her important work. She could NOT keep her eyes and hands off her device. I’d say things like ” ..and tomorrow I’m off to eat hats with Spongebob, so that’s a positive development..” just to test whether she was actually listening to me. From her nodding “Mmm-hmm..” reply ( devoid of eye contact), I gathered not. Never before had I actually felt like the third wheel in a gathering of two people. Needless to say, never bothered seeing her again. I’m not even sure if she noticed I left :/

    Anyhoo. Very entertaining post; have clicketty clicked the ‘Follow’ button. Looking forward to reading more! Have a great day/ night/whatever the time is where you are. 🙂

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    • First, this tale of your coffee date is hysterical. Second, I absolutely LOVE meeting new folks with a great sense of humor. Writing a blog post is cake, but the commentary interaction is the delicious icing. (And, yes, sometimes, I just eat all the icing and leave the cake on my sad little plate.)

      Now, an administrative note: I greatly enjoyed the handful of posts I managed to read on your blog, but now I’m getting a screen indicating that you blog is private. Perhaps you’re in the midst of a renovation and I should just bide my time? Please advise, as I’d like to see how this budding relationship develops. (Oh, the places we could go!) 😉

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  20. Ah, thankyou! I’m glad it was entertaining- I was a little worried that it would just come across as venting. That number 5 really did strike a chord!

    Yes, the comments are indeed the icing! I am looking forward to my own blog cake being frosted at some future stage. It takes time with a shiny new bloggo, but it’ll happen. This paragraph is a nice segue into the next. Let me type it:

    Oh! My bloggikins certainly shouldn’t be private- thanks for letting me know about this! I shall investigate…. I too love to connect with kindred blog spirits; I’d hate to think that this is being prevented by an accidental private status :/ I did renovate ONE of the blog posts, but that shouldn’t make the entire blog invisible. Hmmmm. Will go check some things. Thanks for the heads up!

    Now, I’m in the southern hemisphere; was just doing a cheeky sneaky check in while I had 5 mins. But I’ll be back to read more of your delightfully funny posts soon. Will seeya round!

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