...when people steal the handicapped parking spaces. There is a handicapped space right outside my store where I work, and everyday at least 4 or 5 people who aren't handicapped park there. I mean, come on! It's not that hard to walk people. What upsets me is that a lot of these people have handicapped stickers though. I understand some people have medical conditions where their legs swell or they have feet problems and all that, but first of all, when you get healed, throw away the handicapped sticker. Second of all, if you have a problem but you're not having problems that day, don't take the handicapped space. Leave it for someone who's really handicapped. But the biggest pain is people who don't have a sticker at all but don't care. They don't care because they know the cops aren't gonna do anything about it. Which that upsets me too. Cops don't do their jobs well enough. There are too many little things that go unoticed, like my spellchecker. But seriously, cops should do something about those things. There are too many parties on college campus' where underage drinking is going on, or weed smoking. If you're saying what a baby or old man here because of what I just said, please get off my website before you defile it or impregnate it or something. Cops should bust students for those things, but they don't care because it would mean having to leave the station or their car when they're on night shifts. Now, I'm sure some cops might be doing it and I also know that their are lots of more important things going on sometimes, but it's not all the time. They need to fill empty space by taking care of things.

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...when people think everyone agrees with them. The most common time I see this occur is in fast food restaurants. I'll be in line at one of my favorite fast food establishments (more than likely Chick-fil-A), and someone in front of me has a problem. Either the cashier is too slow, or filled the wrong drink, or some other very minor mistake. However, this mistake is no where near minor to Mr. Important in front of me. Now, he (or she; I'm an equal opportunity hater) decides to let it be known they are not happy with the service, by saying phrases like, "It's not that hard to fill the right soda," or, "Seems like (insert actual name of cashier) is a little slow today." Now, I know I'm making those up, but in actuality I've heard worse, I just can't remember specific incidents at the time being, mainly because it's 3:30 AM. Anywho, here's where it goes ever deeper in my hate pool. This person, after saying some obnoxious comment about how much greater they are than the fast food attendant, proceeds to turn to me and says, "Am I right?"

Hold the phone here. How am I getting dragged into this? This isn't my problem. You're the one who felt the need to belittle this person who is only trying to get your food ready for you so they can make the measly 5.50 to 7 dollars an hour they get paid. But that wasn't enough, you have to have moral support from a stranger that you're in the right here? No, I hate you! I'm sorry you come from the land of no mistakes, where magical elves catch any fallen plate and flying monkeys whisper the answer to the workers so they know exactly what to do. But here on planet earth, people make mistakes. Now, here's the secret... THIS DOESN'T MAKE YOU BETTER THAN THEM!! After you ramble on about how horrible life is now that they had to pour out that coke because you wanted Sprite, or how they handed you someone else's tray by accident, or anything else that is no where near a life altering mistake, you are the one who seems least important in the room. In fact, you're the reason fast food workers hate their jobs. I want to come to where you work and see if you forget to file some report or fax some payroll sheet or any mistake you might make while working at your job in ever-stupid land that's so much better than everyone else's, that way I can lay the sarcasm on thick saying, "Man how hard is it to file that report?" or "Seems like Joe Schmuck is struggling with the fax machine today!" I wonder how you'd like it? I hope you rot in your mundane job and that fast food attendent you had to lower becomes rich and famous one day, creating a vast industry where you will work as a desk clerk for them. Then, I hope every time you mess up someone else like you let's it be known how you made a minor mistake. Have a horrible worthless life. Oh, and by the way... I hate you!!