Half Hour Observations

People are sick.

I stopped at a local Barnes and Noble bookseller today. I wanted to peruse the new music that was released as well as look at the road utilizes that were available. The whole trip accounted for one half hour of my life.

In this half hour I went to the restroom. The stalls and urinals were occupied. I waited by the sink. The guy at the urinal finished and promptly walked out the door.

Wash your fucking hands!

I left the restroom disgusted, and went towards the magazine wall. A small square table surrounded by four chairs was just off of the main periodicals section. All four chairs were taken--not a problem. The problem was the woman in the southward facing chair and her bare feet on the table.

Get your damn feet off of the table!

Where I'm from, where I'm from, where I'm from, where I'm from... Some guy from Philadelphia (how do I know this? Read on...) is having a grand conversation on his cellphone in the middle of the store. Everywhere I went I could hear him. The person on the other end definitely could hear him. They also were unable to do much speaking, unless it was to answer sone of his rhetorical questions.

I don't give a shit if:

• You are from Philadelphia
• They do it like that in Philly
• You are still from Philly
• You moved here in '83, but can't let go of Philly... Please--GO BACK

Phuck Philly, you and your shitty truck. Talk in a normal voice and conduct business elsewhere. I don't want to be engulfed in the Harley-Davidson Road Atlas just to be ripped away from mid-life crisis dreams to hear your small-business philosophy, and how your are "a straight shooter" because you are from Philadelphia.

There, I feel better.

Please people, what happened to decorum? Putting your bare feet on a table in a public place is just rude, and pissing without washing is just wrong.

The point is this: We have lost 75% of our class and style...