Man, that title is almost a full sentence!
But, really, do you ever catch someone doing something and stand there, gawking, wondering why they are doing what they are doing? I do.
I saw a guy today… he’s a construction worker at the mall/strip center where I work… and there he was, hangin’ out behind the bushes, waitin’ for his buddy’s to turn the truck around and drive the little front-loader-dealio through the rocks, and he decides to have a pee. I’m standing right there lookin’ at him and he decides it’s just too much to walk around the corner and go into any of the 30, or so stores, and use the restroom. Nope; not him. He then turned around, zipped-up, wiped his hands on his pants, and… smiled at me. ::shiver:: ::shudder::
I gave him a dirty look and blew smoke outta my nose like I was some kind of fire breathing, judgmental, middle-aged, creeped out woman. He just went about his day as if none of that had any effect on him, whatsoever.
God, if it was me, I’d want to go use the bathroom just because of the air conditioning. And I’d wash my hands.
For. God’s. Sake.
Then there was this woman…
I was watching her through the window while I was at work. She was sitting at an outside table, feet up on her chair, all curled up under herself, and leaning over while picking at her food. She was carefully picking out the tomatoes and would then wag the slippery, mayo-covered veggie (I guess it’s technically a fruit.) in front of her dog’s nose. She never once let the dog have a bite. If that isn’t animal cruelty, I don’t know what is! Why in the world would you sit there and entertain yourself by teasing your dog? Gah! Someday that Chihuahau is gonna turn on you, lady, and it ain’t gonna be pretty!
So… I’m sittin’ there tryin’ to eat my lunch…
At a small restaurant today, one of the other customers was sitting at a table, by himself, having a cuppa and reading the paper. He was so absorbed in what he was reading that I guess he forgot where he was for a minute there. He started picking his nose and… okay, it makes me gulp and erp to think about it so, I’ll just let you use your imagination as to what he was doing with his nose and whatnot… and then he looked up and saw me see him… and his face got really red and I suddenly had something else to do and somewhere else to go. And twenty minutes later… he was my customer. I know he saw something in my eyes… that said… “Geez, buddy.” How embarrasskin! But, you know, I think to myself; hey, what are ya doin’ that kinda thing out in public for, anyway? Yack!
On my drive home today…
Some guy pulled off I-25 onto westbound I-40 and then pulled right in front of me. There were no other cars in sight. Then… he flipped me off. WTF? I was going 70 MPH and the guy decided to pull in front of me… doing about 55… and then he flipped me off. What is up with that, people?
So, this afternoon…
I was mad at myself because I left my APS stuff at work which means I have to get up early, go to work, get my stuff, come back home, and then finish making a bunch of phone calls. Doh! Idioto! Anyway… my neighbor decided to stop by because she needed my help with some APS thing she was dealing with and had no idea what to do. Okay; I can do that even though I’m pretty annoyed at myself and not getting over it anytime soon. So, she starts out by telling me that she’s going to yank her 8th grader daughter out of her middle school and put her into a charter school and what can I recommend? Well, hell if I know… So, I asked her why she was yanking her out. She said that her daughter was failing and needed a smaller school. Well, I went through a series of questions with her and it went something like this:
“Have you spoken to her teachers?”
“No, I don’t like that school.”
“How did you find out that your daughter is ‘failing’ and when did this all happen?”
“Her teachers called me today. She hasn’t made up any of her work from when she was sick. My daughter won’t talk to me.”
“Well, I suggest you speak with her teachers, maybe even the school counselor and the assistant principal, to try to get to the bottom of what’s really going on. If she’s not talking to you, something is up.”
“I know what’s going on… she’s hormonal and having a hard time and we didn’t have this problem when we lived in Santa Fe. I think we should just pack it up and move back to Santa Fe.”
So, I’m getting to the bottom of it and finding that the real problem is that my neighbor doesn’t want to be here anymore, doesn’t like the school, doesn’t make her daughter (who is 14, by the way) actually go to school, and… well, now she doesn’t want to listen to me either.
Why do people do that? I guess they just want you to go along with them because, inside, they know they are doing something wonky and want someone to validate their decision/choice. Why me, people? Why do they ask me these rhetorical questions and then get mad at me when I give them an answer? Sheesh! I realize that I’ve been doing a lot of APS stuff and she probably thought I would just magically pull the name of a faboo Charter school outta my kazoo but, really, that wasn’t the real bottom line, was it? Nope.
Sometimes I just cannot figure out why people do the things they do. What’s really weird is… I always notice the weird, wonky stuff. I’m always the one who says, “OMG! Did you SEE that?” And, of course, it is rare when anyone else notices this weird stuff. Except S. She gets it, too. But she never says anything about it because, unlike me, she just can’t be bothered.
I guess that’s the price you pay for being nosey.
Today was a bothersome day. My own fault, I guess. I. Just. Can’t. Bring. Myself. To. Look. Away.
*sigh*
I have to admit that I laughed about all of this… once I got over myself.
Do ya ever just have that kind of day? I’m havin’ that kind of life…
Filed under: APS, Albuquerque bliss, Godsmack, Harmonic Wealth, bad judgment, balls, cheeseboogie, coincidence
Um, as far as the peeing thing…I truly believe that is like an inherent issue with men.
That happens at my house. MY HOUSE!! Instead of walking 10 feet to a bathroom INDOORS, they’d rather walk 30 feet to pee in the backyard.
I can’t even fathom it.
At any rate…I know what you mean. I find myself watching people, and thinking “what the hell?” all the time. But, I’m a people watcher. I probably shouldn’t judge, because God knows I’m not perfect….but, I swear to God there are some seriously idiotic people out there!!
Hey, at least you can laugh about it later. I know people that let that stuff bug them for whatever irrational reason and it seems to hinder their ability to enjoy life.
…and the peeing thing? I’m with your previous commenter. It’s a guy thing. A gross and disgusting guy thing, but a guy thing nonetheless.
I hardly know what to think, much less what to say. LOL You do see/encounter the most interesting people!
The peeing thing is a guy thing. The guy who pulled in front of you was obviously testing two things, your brakes and your patience
I would have returned the finger and tail-gated him down the highway. That kind of reactionary behavior will eventually cause my violent death. No one will be sorrier than me 
The peeing thing must be a marking one’s own “territory” kind of thing. Found that out watching Survivorman last night
Yes, I notice these things too, and I don’t say anything, not because I can’t be bothered — I’m as nosy as you are, and love people watching, it’s just that I hate to sound so judgemental and bitchy.
Besides, when I worked down at Family Dollar in the South Valley for one week, that pretty much desensitized me. See, spend a week there, and you’ll come up for air with a whole new perspective.
Speaking of it being a “guy thing”, my sister is having trouble with her four year old boy. See…they just got a dog and the cute doggy gets to poop outside…so hey, why doesn’t everyone? Yup, he drops big steamy loads in the back yard. This is going to be SO much fun at school!
Maybe that “doin’ it in the wild” just appeals to boys. It’s something I can’t fathom. Then again, for me to pee in the wild it’s more of a rodeo than it is for a boy.
I wish I could kind of pee outside sometimes…but I would NOT wipe my hands on my pants!
hehe….I’m thinking pink slitted underware with little poodles on it….hehehe
Mercy
Cool, you know I’m gonna have to comment about the peeing! I bet you were thinking, “I know Tom’s going to speak up on this!”
Two quick pee stories-
1. During the first couple of months when Austin first came into our home, he would try peeing in a trash can in his room. The trash can was bad enough, but the uncircumcised 5 year old was a terrible shot.
2. When I was the manager of a Domino’s a WOMAN came into the lobby during dinner rush asked if she could use our restroom. We were not aloud to let nonemployees in the back, so I said no. She said fine, walked outside, pulled her skirt down, and went on the sidewalk in front of my store. Of course the front of my store was all glass, so we got to watch, and she didn’t even wipe her hands on her skirt.
Guys learn at an early age that it isn’t really necessary to go inside to pee. The world is one big toilet for us.
My brother in law is one of those people that Queen was describing. A day like you had would leave him miserable for a whole month.
So funny….I love your posts…
I think Jim Morrison was onto something with his People are Strange song….
I’m not sure if I would tag this post as harmonic wealth so much as harmonic poverty, on account of all these loverly people you encountered Monday.
I’m giggling at your tag list on the side – you must get more hits than ever now with that list going on.
Happy day.
Little La has no problem at all dropping her drawers outside when we’re out watering the flowers or just playing in the sunshine and letting her ‘water’ go too. She doesn’t even let us know she has to go pee first, the little bugger! It’s not just little boys, I’m ashamed to say. She tried to go in front of a Payless Shoe Store once too, until I dragged her inside and promised the clerk I’d squat her over the Ladies Dress shoes if she didn’t point us towards the rest room. Needless to say, we found a toilet.
Kids. Yeesh.