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Not in the Mood
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| Not in the Mood |
| 07.11.04 (8:11 pm) [edit] |
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Time to get back into the swing of things and start posting again. Even though I've already got a few things ready that could have been posted, my mood said doesn't it. For instance who gives a crap on my view of the development of musical tastes anyway? Such drivel might have gotten me a grade in my old music appreciation class though. The big issue is my feeling like crap, both from the dinged up ribs and the drugs to treat them. When I'm on a regiment of mind altering drugs such as loratab and cyclobenzoprine, at least I'm aware it does effect my mood and generally in a negative way, so I avoid saying much. As is noted in Krazydone's doll of me, this past week it seemed "I see stupid people" and in great abundance. As a rule of thumb I'm nice to the pilgrims that come down here. Of course it is my job to be nice to them, but it is also fairly much in my nature to want to be a positive part of their experience. However, this week it was hard to keep my civil servant demeanor in check. The question kept going through my mind time after time, "Why can't these states send their intelligent emissaries here on vacation?" I swear this week it seemed that states were mostly exporting dumb asses, especially Arkansas, which was closely followed by Louisiana. I'm just hoping it isn't something communicable with an eastward spread. Here are just a few of the things that piss me off with park patrons: 1) Stopping at the fee window only to answer a damned cell phone (or already be talking on one). What is the primary mission here, talking or driving, entering or holding up traffic? One ditz had about 15 cars backed up and had the brass to tell my partner when he asked her to pull around, "This will only take one or two more minutes" 2) People running the stop sign at the entry station, who then have the guts to say, "Oh, I didn't think the place was open!" Excuse me? Since when were stop signs and lines optional if you don't think there is anyone there to see you stop? My motto, "Discipline is doing the right things, even when you do not know anyone is there to notice the difference." 3) Then there are the people that run over the road cones. There are a series of road cones to narrow the road down to only one lane. I personally had to reset them five times Friday for idiots who ran over them. It is a good thing we don't have people standing out in the road to flag them over. I just loved the young lady from Tennessee who stopped at the first cone, got out of her car, and then walked over to the information window asking, "What should I do?" I gave her my best smile as I said, "The opening there is twelve feet wide, my guess is you will have plenty of room to drive through and pay the attendant." At least she didn't kill the cones and run the sign. 4) Friday and Saturday was the Blue Angel air show at Pensacola Beach; as the crow flies my beach is twenty miles from that location. Every year hundreds of locals, as well as a few pilgrims, come up to me and ask, "Where is the best place to see the air show from? This question from the tourists doesn't bother me as I expect them to be ignorant of the local geography (even when they aren't stupid) but the locals? My polite answer is "Over on Santa Rosa Island at Pensacola Beach" or "You can't seem them from here, the show is twenty miles to the east." More often than not their response will be, "So why can I see them from here? Did they not listen, or are they one of those unique people with an ability to see fleas doing a rendition of Swan Lake on a dog's back a block away? 5) Friday - right as I was closing up, this guy from Atlanta comes and wants to buy a pass and permit. The permit takes a fair amount of time to sell; there is no problem here; I just put out the please proceed sign and direct him to the rear of the building. Of course my focus is getting my last customer expeditiously out of the way and just going home to enjoy the weekend. So this guy pulls around and I do what I've got to do. First off, his drivers license is expired (his lucky day, I don't give a shit at this point) then his lady of the moment has to come out of the truck to be seen. This is one of those cases I often see on a weekend, where some guy in his late 40's to 50's comes in tow with a good looking woman that could at least be his daughter, but their actions say different. She comes up trying to distract me saying, "Has anyone told you that you look like the Wizard of Oz?" I raise an eyebrow and say "The Wizard of Oz?" And she says "Yea! You know, Ohmpa lompa dumpity do." About then her significant wallet of the moment says, "You meant Wily Wonka." She giggles, but she is determined to draw some attention to herself (and thusly slow me down), so she starts fanning herself by repeatedly pulling down her top to show me her puppies. She just didn't seem to understand I had seen one too many strange people already this week, and that nothing she was going to do was going to stop me from closing that damned station PDQ. Both of those odd balls went back to the truck ltike they had had the greatest of times and happily I was able to start my weekend. Why can't something like this happen at the beginning of the day when I could appreciate it? Any way, blame the grumpy Smoky Bear MIA thing on a beat up body and drugs. I stopped taking them this weekend, but tomorrow I get a broken front tooth pulled and an implant put in its place, so it will be a short reprieve. Both of my merchant mariner sons are off of their boats today and should be back in town by now so that should give me something to smile about. |
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