you dink vs. may you not be a dink someday

Oh barf. I have to retract a little bit of my last post. You are not supposed to call someone an asshole at the same time you are praying for their rising above the assholedom. I don't think. It doesn't seem right.

Better to go the more positive route. Or you could just blame it on Ramona. But only momentarily.

rancor in the parking lot

To the person in the parking lot:

I just saw you get out of your car, still chewing, wipe your mouth on a napkin, wad it up and then throw it in an empty cart! Of all the nerve. I stared at you hoping to catch your eye so you could see the look of gall on my face.

This act. This refusal to take responsibility for your own refuse. This leaving it for the lesser thans.
This makes you nasty. Nasty with a capital "N" and then a big "asssty "after it.

I think You are nasty, your spouse is nasty, your kids are nasty and your home is nasty. You know what's probably not nasty? Your car. No. Because you can't deign to have an article of garbaaahge in your precious vehicle.

You are disgusting and yucky. Deliberate acts like yours are oh-so-inelegant. But you obviously don't care if you're a wanker of the first degree. You obviously don't care about a karmic kerpow. I have a feeling there's a nice big windshield bird poop in your future.

I'll just never understand why some people so flagrantly point out their total dis-regard for the other humans on our planet. Let's all try to bless his stupid little dumb fucked up being for the highest good.