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Car alarms.
When my first wife and I separated I lived in an apartment building for a time. One of my neighbors was a young man from Chicago who had a car alarm so sensitive that a hard rain would set it off. The weekly 5am garbage truck going by or any poor sap accidentally brushing it getting into an adjacent car would also make it wail.Car alarms.
Car alarms.
I've never had a car alarm, never had a car stolen either, been broken into a couple of times and attempted theft too. Can't go anywhere without the rotary arm. Problem with that today is that engines now have electronic ignition making the rotary arm redundant.I had never owned a car with any kind of an alarm until I got my current Subaru. I kept hearing it go off while I'm at work, and I couldn't figure out why. Then I realized there was a button on my key that sets it off, and when I'm going around here with my keys hanging from my belt, the button keeps getting bumped.
I hate technology.
It's a shallow buzzword world. And it gets shallower every day.Business relationships characterized as “communities,” or, worse yet, “families.”
It's a shallow buzzword world. And it gets shallower every day.
My saddle burr for today is mission statements.
If you feel the need to post a huge sign in the lobby assuring me you're an honest guy only out to serve your community I'm immediately assuming I need to be wary.
That is the automobile equivalent of a cel phone butt dial.I had never owned a car with any kind of an alarm until I got my current Subaru. I kept hearing it go off while I'm at work, and I couldn't figure out why. Then I realized there was a button on my key that sets it off, and when I'm going around here with my keys hanging from my belt, the button keeps getting bumped.
I hate technology.
How do you know they are members of the bourgeoisie? Perhaps they are successful proletarians dressed up for Christmas and your prejudice slots them incorrectly. Us working class people dress up on occasion too.I don't know what it is, but I have never seen Mr. and Ms. Bourgie Q. Bourgeois act more out-and-out hateful toward service-sector workers than they have this holiday season. We expect to get attitude and short-temper from people when seasonal tensions are running high, but never to the extent where I see a normally-pleasant, rational middle-aged woman screaming -- as in a red-faced tantrum -- at a 16 year old kid who didn't get her order Just So. Or the haughty, thin-lipped sneer of contempt from a woman who is told how a certain procedure works, which is not the way she wants it to work. I've talked to a friend who's a waitress at a local middlebrow restaurant and she says she's never seen it worse either. It's not just frustration, it's the actual flat-out hostility -- the real, vicious, pig-biting rage -- that these people seem to need to show to people just trying to do their jobs that really does defy all reason. Is this the world we live in now? Merry Friggin' Christmas, and may they all get rocks in their stockings.