I'm not normal. There is no other useful conclusion. I find normal people, boring, mobbish, and ignorant. I can watch them all day if there is no paint drying or grass growing. I wonder how they make it out of the house without missing the door or forgetting their clothing. I wonder how they make it through their day without killing someone or maiming themselves.

Today was a wonderful example. First, two mommies decided to test the ability of their vehicles to withstand collision. Each decided that she was entitled to the right-of-way on a corner that had no stop signs. They are not alone, as while the incident was being cleaned up and reported by the police and fire brigade, dozens of like-minded morons sped impatiently by the incident site and barely missed the emergency workers, police and participants.

I am aware of at least four incidents at this corner outside my house in the last ten years. I have personally called 911 on two occasions. Each time, some idiot or idiots says,"Why isn't there a sign there?" And I answer each time,"It doesn't make any difference at the intersections where there is one." I work at an inconvenience store at a corner just three blocks away that has signs, stop lights, go lights, and please hesitate lights, and that intersection, with all it's noticeable notifications, is a hotbed of collisions, near-misses and horn-blowing.

I distinctly heard the white mommy (the other was wearing a sari with matching pantaloons, so I am assuming that she was Indian or Pakistani, but I've been known to be wrong) tell the other collisionee, "You hit me! You're supposed to stop when someone is coming!" And later I heard the white mommy, who was wearing flip-flops, which is a real no-no when driving, but it seems to be the fashion among the reality-challenged, say,"She's gonna buy me a new car! She owes me!" I also later heard her, which wasn't difficult, as she was hysterical and white and obnoxious and and..., tell her mummy on the cellaphone numerous times,"I'm still on MY STREET!"

Nothing like dealing with experts.

Not once did I heard this idiot tell anyone about how the other vehicle plowed into hers right where her tiny son was perched, in avoidance of other laws and common sense, on the passenger side, in the front of her Pontiac Aztec (one of the ugliest vehicles ever designed and manufactured), sans seat belt and facing an airbag that was not designed to deal with a child's face! She prattled on and on about her damned ugly vehicle and how it was now totalled and the tires ruined (the three that I could see were flat and there were grooves in the roaded where the Aztec skidded in a 180 after being hit)and about how her sense of personal space and comfort zones and muddle class entitlement were violated by "this woman" who didn't know she was supposed to stop whenever the white mommy didn't feel like it....

Made me sick. Now, I'm not saying that the other lady was any better, just quieter. I didn't hear a peep out of her. And her vehicle, a recent Ford Explorer, was really crumpled up in the front. I think it was totalled, also.

And I think the lady in the Sari, however she was entitled to think that the white mommy was a loud mouth hysteric who really had no right to think she was the only wounded party, was in the wrong, also, because I know from the impact remains and the evidence on the road that she must have been going at least 20 MPH in what should have been a ten zone. The other gal had to be going at least 20 also, which makes the cumulative impact around 40, which could have made all three's lives very much shorter and more interesting. I think they should have hugged each other in relief that everybody was all right, instead of trapped behind an impinging steering wheel or shifted windscreen, bleeding all over the tarmac...

Later, on the same day, on the same channel, I went into work, although I'm off, to help out a co-worker and I found chaos.

One of the muddle class morons I work around had decided once again to personalize her (I know it was a she because the only other he who works there is on vacation) job description and almost but not quite completely avoid a vital task. She took out a pile of boxes to the Dumpster but refused to break them down, thus the receptacle was filled with voids and she and another her (see rationale above) decided that since the Dumpster was FULL, then they would store the trash bags that needed to be removed from the cans and bins around the store into a storage room undesigned for that purpose and to store whatever unbroken boxes hadn't been shoved into and onto the dumpster in another unsuitable location....

For want of a nail, a battle was lost...

It took me all of an hour to rectify this situation and when I was done, there was still room in the Dumpster for more debris. And I'm supposed to be the weirdo of the staff.

I didn't even discover the hidden trash bags until I saw my fill-in night troll stepping on and over them in order to put out crates for tomorrow's soda truck. I asked her,"Are you going to deal with them?"
She said,"No, it's not my job. I'm gonna leave them for whoever's they is, 'cause they left them. I'm not gonna do someone else's job for them. That's not my job."