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In Which: I Detail All of the Things I Hate About My Current Employer )

Ahhhhhh...I feel better for having let that negativity out. Now I can focus on being positive!
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Business has not been wonderful in terms of rose selling so far this year. The weather opening weekend wasn't wonderful, and even though Saturday was pretty nice, the weathermen had been predicting THUNDERSTORMS AND DOOM for most of the week, so no one showed up. Sunday was verrah nice, in terms of weather, but the people seemed to forget their wallets at home. Even though I haven't been hitting my personal goal I've still been top seller, so I guess there's that. We have a really nice crew this year; I like all of the people I work with. It's pretty awesome.

This past weekend was one of the strangest I've experienced in quite some time. Saturday, I was petting the macaw (whose name is pronounced like "Gonzo," but with an "ah" at the end,) outside of the animal exhibit. She hopped up on my arm, and I thought, "Hooray! She likes me!" She started giving me soft little parrot kissies, and I thought, "Hooray! I have a new friend!" Then she chomped down on my bottom lip. Hard.

Evidently, parrots do such things to one another in order to show affection. I, however, do not have a beak. I have delicate soft fleshy bits.

Fortunately, my new buddy did not break my skin. I was really hoping that my lip would get all nice and swollen so I could tell people that I had been in a fist fight, and they should see the other guy! Alas, that did not happen. I'm still waiting to see if I get radioactive parrot powers. So far, nothing. I'm going to be *really* annoyed if I went through all that pain for nought.

Sunday, although it was busier, was MUCH slower in terms of sales. It was completely bizarre. I have never had to work that hard for so few sales with that many people there.

At one point, I was standing at the Moon Dancer back carts chatting with some folks, when a rather large individual dressed as Death approached. He was wearing a big red cowl, a skull mask which concealed his entire head inclusive of his eyes, and his nails were painted black. I did my little "fairy defies Death" act, and ran off to try and move some of my stock.

He followed me. Slowly but surely, he followed me until I ran into Knightly Endeavors. The KEGs and I watched him slowly amble past, and I ran off in the other direction.

I didn't think anything of the encounter, figuring it was probably some random patron who was a little bit *too* into playing a character, until later when I heard from Colin that Death had handed him a little note with a time written on it. At this point I decided that Death was probably some kind of creeper, and that security should be given a heads up.

Colin and I went off to find a security guard. He was about ready to beat the everloving snot out of someone. Eventually, we ran into Big Tom on the other side of the faire. We gave him the scoop about Creepy!Death, and he said he'd keep an eye out for him.

Later on, I was in Greenfield Common when I saw Nick over at Matty Groves. I figured I ought to give him a heads up about Creepy!Death as well, so I headed in that direction. As I was walking, I saw Bud Stud Eric making a bee line for him. We arrived at the same time, and as I was telling Nick the story, Eric pointed and said, "Yeah, he's right over there." Nick said he'd keep an eye on him, and I headed over to Lunde's.

Death followed me. Nick followed a ways behind him, but I didn't know that at the time. Eric followed Death. As I arrived at Lunde's a patron purchased a rose from me. During the entire transaction Death loomed over us. The patron kept giving him the side-eye, and called him creepy. Once the patron's money was safely tucked away I ran into Lunde's. Colin came out looking like he was ready to beat someone into the ground. (For the record, he probably could.) I was getting ready to tell Geoff that I was going to run and get security because a fight was fixing to break out when Nick arrived.

I saw Colin being ver stern with Death. I saw Nick being very stern. Then...laughter? WTF? Colin came back into the booth.

"It's OLAF!"

"Excuse me," I said, as I ran out of the booth to kick him in the shin and call him an asshole.

I went back into the booth to retrieve my basket, and Olaf followed me. He lifted his mask, and said, "I was following you because I wanted to buy a rose!" I berated him a bit more for scaring the shit out of me, sold him a rose, and had a good laugh about the whole thing.

Many people were concerned about the situation with Death, so I ran off to allieviate people's fears. As I was relating the story to a group of folks at the Blue Boar, I noticed a certain individual staring at me.

Most of you reading this will know that as Bubbles the Rose Fairy I do not speak, particularly not to drunken patrons. This particular drunken patron shows up about once a year, babbles at me about how pretty I am, how he loves me, how he's a lawyer, how I shoud be with him, etc. I tolerate him, and others like him, because it's generally not worth the trouble to get them to cut it out. I remind them that I'm taken, relieve them of some of those ever-so-heavy dollar bills, and then promptly forget about them. No big deal.

Later on in the day, I saw a family with three small children dressed as Link, Zelda, and a chicken. I immediately decided that the ENTIRE faire needed to learn of their existance, so I ran off towards the Blue Boar to spread the news.

Upon my arrival, I was accosted by the aforementioned drunken patron. By this time, he was WAY past merely drunk, and well into completely smashed. I don't speak drunk fluently, but from what I could tell, he was REALLY angry that he had seen me talking to other people when he's been coming to the faire and seeing me for seven years and I've never spoken to him. Nogga was walking by with Jax just as I was pounced upon by this idiot, so I grabbed him in case I needed an adult. The drunkard was going on and on; I wasn't going to talk to him, but when he started spouting off about how I need a "real man," I'd had enough.

I told him that I've been with my boyfriend a lot longer than he's "known" me, and he is a real man, and I didn't want to listed to any more of his nonsense, so I was going to go do my job. Of course, THAT exchange took about five minutes, because the jackass just would. Not. Shut. Up. Once I got away from him, I boogied on up the hill to the table where Damien and some others were sitting.

I expressed my need for an adult, and we all watched the drunked idiot stumble away with his friends. Kelly Rose informed us that he had just been cut off. Damien decided to run around to all of the pubs and make sure they knew not to serve this particular individual any more booze. I hugged Nogga for being my adult, and went about my business.

Not half an hour later I was approached by Nick, who asked me what happened at the Blue Boar. I told him the story, and he said he'd keep an eye out for the guy. I rounded the corner by Moresca, and lo and behold the nitwit was there with his two friends, harassing ANOTHER girl.

I waved down two other security guards, who had a bit of a chat with the fellow. They asked me if I wanted him thrown out, and I expressed my distinct desire that he not be allowed to imbibe any more alcohol. They told him he could stay as long as he didn't bother anyone any more, especially me.

He didn't so much as look in my direction for the rest of the day, but all of the craziness completely threw off my mojo. I feel like with the crowd we had, I should have had much better sales. I also completely forgot that I was supposed to be alerting everyone to the presence of Luke, Zelda, and the chicken until after they had gone.

Going out to dinner with good friends made me feel loads better. Getting free scones from the Chocolate Cafe on the way out of faire was also a bonus, even though Trouble Kitten 5000, aka Puck, found them in my basket at some point during the night and made quite the mess in our dining room.
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This past weekend I decided that henceforth, whenever some random creeper tries to take my photo at NYRF, I am simply going to stick my finger up my nose. This decision was prompted by too many years of having to deal with people who are incredibly rude in their attempts to snap a picture of the cute little fairy. A recent example involved me having to turn my back on a guy who was trying to take my picture while I was about to sneeze.

I imagine that there are some people out there who would like to know how NOT to be that random creeper, or (as they are refered to in some circles) a Guy/Girl With Camera.

Basically, it comes down to this: Obey Wheaton's Law.

More specifically...

People are not objects to be photographed. That potted plant may not care about constantly having cameras pointed at it, but a person will. You need to take their feelings into consideration before taking the lens cap off. Hell, I've been shooting Elmo and Zoe (Rich's mom's cats, for those of you who may be new here) since they were kittens, and sometimes they just don't want anything to do with the camera! Which brings us to our next point...

Show some damn respect. If someone doesn't want you to take their photo, don't take their photo. If you've taken a photo of someone and are asked to delete it, apologize, delete the photo, and then (this is important) do not bitch about being asked to delete a photo on FaceBook. (Or anywhere else, for that matter.) The world does not revolve around you and your camera. People have a right to tell you no, and you need to respect that. Don't take an attitude with people who don't want to be photographed. Your rights are not being infringed upon.

Do not interrupt someone while they are going about their business. In addition to the man who tried to photograph me mid-sneeze, there was a guy who interrupted a sale to try to get my picture, and another who interrupted a personal conversation I was in the middle of. I was taught when I was very small not to interrupt people unless it was an emergency. Your photo does not constitute an emergency.

If you want to take a photo with someone, ask! This should be very obvious, but unfortunately it isn't. It has only happened to me once or twice in ten years, but a friend suggested I add it here because she encounters this problem fairly frequently. It is really incredibly rude to just stand next to someone, put your arm around them, and have your friend snap a picture. If you do this, do not be surprised if the person you're trying to photograph refuses to be in your picture.

Introduce yourself to the people you want to photograph. Again, they are people, not objects. They might be more amenable to having you take their picture if you say hello, tell them why you're taking pictures, and most importantly, tell them where the photos will end up. Several years ago, I had a problem with a gentleman who was selling prints of me on the internet without my permission. If I have to explain to you why that's not ok, you probably should put your camera away until you figure it out.

If you act like a creeper, people will assume you are a creeper. This is strongly related to the above point, but I think it needs to be said. If you act in a suspicious manner, if you are using a camoflauge lens, if you are primarily interested in taking pictures of young girls, do not be surprised when people assume you're a total creep, and treat you accordingly. Unfortunately for you, once people come to the conclusion that you are a creep, there's really no going back after that. You're branded for life.

In conclusion, unless I know you to be a person who follows the above rules, you will be unable to photograph me without my finger in my nose. For the record, Lars was so tickled by my new plan that he asked if he could take a such a photo. Lars most definitely does NOT fall into the Guy With Camera category.
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I'm sure you've all heard about the Mississippi school board that canceled prom rather than let a lesbian student wear a tux and attend with her girlfriend.

Let's pretend for a moment that instead of a prom, it's a game on a playground, and instead of a school board, students, and the ACLU, we're talking about children.

School board: "We're going to play this game OUR way!"

ACLU: "Hey school board! Didn't you hear about the new rules? It's 2010, and there are new rules that make sure that everyone gets treated fairly."

School board: "We don't like those rules! We like OUR rules!"

ACLU: "Well, ummm...you kind of have to play by the new rules. It's...the rules."

School board: "FINE. We're taking our ball and going home!"

Except instead of just taking their ball and going home, they've effectively shut down the whole playground. On what planet is that appropriate adult behavior? Rich's nephew is seven and a half, and he's starting to grow out of the stage where everything is, "Rory wins, or it doesn't count."

I must say that Constance McMillen, the lesbian student in question, is handling this situation far more maturely than the adults on the school board. Who, by the way, are trying to blame the cancellation of the prom on Ms. McMillen, instead of on their own prejudices and bigotry.

Honestly, who is it going to hurt if this young lady goes to prom in a tux with another girl? Nobody, that's who. Sure, someone's delicate sensibilities may be offended, but as I mentioned above it's now 2010. These high school students are about to go out into the real world, where they're going to encounter all kinds of people that they're going to have to deal with whether they like it or not.

The school board is really setting a bad example with their actions. They're the ones who are doing more harm than good. The message they're sending is absolutely disgusting.

I for one am hoping that the ACLU wins the case, and that Constance and her girlfriend have an absolutely wonderful time at prom.
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I heard about this on the radio this morning.

A woman in Athens, GA, was trying to return some perfume to a retail store. She did not have a receipt, and therefore was not allowed to return the items. As far as I am aware, this is pretty standard practice most places, especially if they carry high-end items.

Her reaction upon being told that she would not be able to get her money back was to knock over a display of perfume samples, causing approximately $1,000.00 in damage. She then left.

On what planet is that an appropriate response, particularly coming from someone who is an adult? This is the sort of behavior I would expect from a toddler, who would still be in big trouble.

I really hope the cops catch this woman, and that she gets what she deserves. I don't care who you are, how much money you have, or how much of a ~*~*~*~speshul snowflake~*~*~*~ you think you are, you do not get to act that way. You do not get to treat retail employees like they're scum, and you are not going to get your way by throwing a tantrum.
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I'm sure you've all heard about the Louisiana Justice of the Peace who is in the habit of denying interracial couples marriage licenses.

To be clear, I'm going to start with a definition from Webster's.

Pronunciation: \ˈrā-ˌsi-zəm also -ˌshi-\
Function: noun
Date: 1933

1 : a belief that race is the primary determinant of human traits and capacities and that racial differences produce an inherent superiority of a particular race
2 : racial prejudice or discrimination
rac·ist \-sist also -shist\ noun or adjective

For those of you who may not be familiar with what's going on, Mr. Keith Barwell is a Justice of the Peace in NOLA. He refuses to issue marriage licenses to interracial couples because he feels that their future children will not be accepted by society.

He says, "I'm not a racist. I just don't believe in mixing the races that way." By definition, that actually makes him a racist, doesn't it? That falls under "racial prejudice or discrimination," if I'm not mistaken.

As for the children, he says, "There is a problem with both groups accepting a child from such a marriage. I think those children suffer and I won't help put them through it." While this isn't quite eugenics, (a science that deals with the improvement [as by control of human mating] of hereditary qualities of a race or breed,) it does seem that he is trying to dictate who can breed with whom. Who is he to say who can have children, and who can't?

He also claims the "I have black friends, so I can't be racist!" excuse. He says, "I have piles and piles of black friends. They come to my home, I marry them, they use my bathroom. I treat them just like everyone else." Unless, of course, they want to marry a white person.

This is 2009. The US government declared interracial marriages legal forty-two years ago. Mr. Barwell has taken it upon himself to ignore the law, and do as he sees fit.

I think he should be asked to resign immediately. If he cannot perform his duties as the law states he should, then he can no longer serve as a Justice of the Peace.
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I heard a story on the radio this morning about a "tea party" they're trying to hold in Cedar Rapids, Iowa.

Apparently, some people there are upset about the increase in sales tax, so they wanted to dump tea into the Cedar River, Boston-style. The morning DJ's were telling this story because those people in Cedar Rapids were told that they could not, in fact, dump tea into the river without a permit since it's considered a pollutant. Instead, they will be dumping water from buckets labeled "tea."

The DJ's were pointing out how stupid THAT was. I'm baffled by it for another reason.

The Boston Tea Party was in protest of taxation...without representation. Last I heard, we had fixed that problem over two hundred years ago.

In my opinion, these people are marring the memory and spirit of the original event. This article explains that "...[This]group opposes a 1-cent local option sales tax to go before voters Tuesday. The tax would bring in an estimated $17 million to $18 million a year for the city for five years, with 90 percent going to housing assistance, including buyouts, for hundreds of people whose houses were destroyed in the June 2008 floods."

What the hell is so unjust about that? The good people of Cedar Rapids elected the officials who are proposing this tax. It's not anything like the American colonists and King George III. The colonists had no say in that situation at all; no one was speaking for them in England. Duly elected officials discussing a small tax designed to help the people they were elected by is nothing worth protesting.

This is stupid on so many levels it makes my brain hurt.
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I just had the most horrific "customer service" experience in my life, and I would like to share it with you all.

My mother and I decided to go to Woodbury Commons in Central Valley, New York, to do some shopping today. We were having a quite lovely day, until we went into the L'Eggs/Hanes/Bali/Playtex outlet.

That was the end of that.

Rich needed some new underwear, and I needed some stockings. I took a three-pack of men's boxer briefs off a rack labeled $8.99. All of the racks of this style underwear were labeled with that price. I picked out a packet of stockings, and went to pay for my items.

At the register, the underwear rang up $10.99. I pointed this out to the cashier, and she said that it was probably just a mistake. I paid for my purchase, went to the back of the store, and took the rack with the price label off of the wall. I brought this back up to the front of the store, and asked to speak to a manager.

The "manager," (more likely a supervisor of some sort,) came out, and I explained the situation. I showed her the rack, with two packs of underwear on it still, and told her that I had been charged an extra two dollars, and would like a refund of the difference.

That's when things got out of hand.

She told me that the $8.99 price was probably a mistake, and that the $10.99 price in the register was correct. They wouldn't refund my money.

I explained to her that it was their mistake, not mine, and that meant they were responsible for rectifying it. Still, she refused to refund my money. "It's just two dollars, it's not a big deal," she said.

At that point, I said to myself, "Fuck this shit. They're not getting any of my money." I told her I wanted to return my items, and I called to my mother to put her stuff down. When I explained to Mom why we wouldn't be shopping there anymore, she tossed her items over the counter.

The so-called "manager" interpreted this as my mother throwing the nice, soft, bags of pantyhose at her, and threatened to call security. Not wanting to cause more trouble, my mother left the store.

She was so busy trying to get the phone and call security, that she was taking forever to do my return. I kept saying, "Just give me my money back, and I'll go."

I shouted to the rest of the customers that they shouldn't shop there, as they don't honor their advertised prices.

This girl was terribly rude to me. I asked for her name, as none of the employees were wearing name tags, and she said, "I don't NEED to tell you my name." When I told her we wouldn't be shopping there any more, she said she didn't care; it wasn't going to affect her.

Oh, BOY, did she ever get that wrong!

I walked out of the store, sat down on a bench, pulled out my cell phone, and called the corporate number on my receipt. The girl on the phone was very helpful and apologetic, and said that a supervisor would be getting back to me.

When I receive that phone call, I am going to demand, in writing, an apology for the way I was treated, and a promise that they will honor their labeled prices from now on. I'm also tempted to ask that the employee in question be fired. No one talks to me that way and gets away with it.

They have one week. If I do not hear from them by then, I am calling the newspapers, the news stations, the Better Business Bureau, and anyone else who will listen. I will tell everyone I know to tell everyone they know to never shop there again. In my free time, I will go to Woodbury Commons and hand out fliers telling people not to shop there, with my story printed on them.

I will not let this stand.

Noo Shooz!

Mar. 1st, 2008 12:34 pm
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It's been kind of a stressful week, so last night I decided I needed some shopping therapy. I didn't have very many pairs of close-toed heels, so I figured I should see if I could find something. The DSW clearance section was VERY kind to me...

Verrah Kyoot Shooz under dis cut! )

Four inch heels, baby! Plus, they're Steve Maddens. I paid twenty five dollars, and they probably retailed for at least seventy five. Woo!

In completely unrelated news, I am seriously pissed at UPS. [livejournal.com profile] thunderemerald used them to send me a package, and they sent me a postcard saying that my apartment doesn't exist and that I should come pick up my package. In New Windsor. Oh, and they're not open on the weekends, and they'll be returning my box to the sender on Tuesday.

This is the second time they've been unable to locate my apartment. The first time, I called and explained to them that it is on the second floor, and the door is on the left hand side of the building. The delivered my package to the SINGLE STORY store next door.

Idiots. They're the only ones who have this problem. We've gotten packages from FedEx, no problem, and the mail gets here just fine.

They are going to get a VERY annoyed phone call from me on Monday.
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::long inhale:: AAaaaaHahahahaahHAhahahahHahahhaaaaahahhahahahahaHHahahAHAHahHAhaha!
State Supreme Court allows Harry Potter in schools.

In Georgia, no less. Georgia!

That woman's afraid that reading Harry Potter will turn her kids into evil little Wiccans. Obviously, she knows nothing factual about the religion.

I love it when morons make fools of themselves in the media.

Ha! How hillarious would it be if, in response to this idiot, a nice pagan family sued to have the Bible or something like Are You There, God? It's Me, Margaret removed from school libraries because it'll turn their children Christian? ::dies laughing::

Is anyone else as entertained by this as I am?
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Wow, it's been quite some time since I last updated, hasn't it? I keep plotting out these wonderfully detailed posts in my mind, and then not having the time/attention span/energy to sit down and actually type them out.

So, let's see, what's new and exciting in the Life of Me? Faire got off to a relatively slow start this season. I didn't hit one hundred roses until the third Sunday, which also happened to coincide with everyone AND THEIR MOM showing up. [livejournal.com profile] thecoddesslives, [livejournal.com profile] defectivesoul, [livejournal.com profile] thunderemerald, and [livejournal.com profile] taidhe, just to name a few. I also thought I saw [livejournal.com profile] evilfrogurt's girlfriend, but I did not spot the Billyum. Odd, that.

Things have been going amazingly well since then. I think you guys are my good luck charm, or something. You should come more often...:) Oh! And [livejournal.com profile] euph0ra purchasing the rose business hasn't hurt one bit. The new boss is a real hard-ass, though. I don't think I can deal. :) (Those last two sentences, for those of you who do not have internet inflection interpretation software, were meant in jest. Har har har!)

We have bunches of new Fae Guild members. I don't know if any of them have LJ's, come to think of it. I should find that out. Anyway, Black Monday will be the First Annual Fae Guild Pranksgiving Day! ::trumpets:: Fun and pranks for one and all! The only rules are: no mean, malicious, or hurtful pranks. Absolutely no glitter unless you are three hundred percent sure that the person you are glittering will not mind. I'm not opening up that can of worms again...

In non-faire related news, I purchased a new bed. It's a loft, and it's significantly larger than my twin day-bed. Speaking of which, anybody need a twin day-bed? The bigger size means easier snuggling for myself and Rich, and the loft-i-ness means that my computer desk can be placed beneath the bed, thus allowing me more floor space. I love it! It is, however, ever so slightly to tall. Being a small person, I don't have a problem. It's a little tight for Rich, and none of my other family members can fit up there. I was planning on having Dad cut a few inches off the legs to make it a little easier, but I've decided to delay that project for now.

Why's that? I hear you ask. Well, Rich and I are planning on moving out of our respective parental domiciles, hopefully by the end of this year, and into a place of our own. If the ceilings in this potential residence are higher than the ceiling in my room, (which they are quite likely to be) lowering the bed would be silly. So we're holding off until we find a definite apartment.

Previously, I was unable to afford rent along with my other bills. However, I've been offered a promotion at work! ::more trumpets:: The week after faire ends, I begin training to be a Night and Weekend Supervisor! This not only means a pay raise, but also (most likely) more hours. Considering that there was a period during June when I was seriously considering leaving the store if they didn't promote me or give me considerably more hours, this is a very good thing. I like working there, and I get along well with all of my co-workers, so I didn't really want to leave. Now I don't have to!

Speaking of work, I had an interesting encounter a while back. A woman actually said to me, and this is a direct quote, "I don't want to have to pay for it, so you should give it to me for free." She was buying a gift bag, and wanted some tissue paper. She was spending less than ten dollars, and not buying anything breakable. I told her that we sell tissue paper in the gift wrap section. She said that she did not want to buy an entire package because she had some at home, but she wasn't going home before she had to wrap her gift. Now, keep in mind that this is my condensed version, and this woman was not being very, shall we say, polite. I kept trying to explain to her that since we sell it, it would be silly for me to just give some away, and she kept saying "I understand that, but..." However, obviously she didn't. I offered to let her pay fifty cents for some of our bulk tissue, which is when the above quote occurred. She then said "It's not coming out of your paycheck." I refrained from saying, "It will be if they fire me!" I finished ringing her up, and told her to have a nice day, except I meant, "Don't ever come back in here and talk to me like that again, bitch." Can you believe people?

Some of you may be wondering what happened to that acting thing I was planning on doing. You know, the thing I went to school for and all. Well, right now, I'm just enjoying not being in school. I'd like to be slightly more financially stable, i.e. have a little bit of a cushion in my savings account, before I go looking to start a career that may or may not go anywhere. I also need to look into getting my teeth fixed, because they make me look about eight years old on film. You all know that I look younger than I am in person, but it's much worse on film. I'm too tall, and... well...developed, shall we say, to play an eight year old. So, off to the dentist we go! Soon.

So that's it in a nutshell right now. I'm sure as soon as I click "post" I'll think of something else that I forgot to mention. Rich is up, so I shall now make him breakfast. TTFN!
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[livejournal.com profile] william_vitka is trying to start a community for the purpose of defending the English language. We will find crappy writers who people praise without thinking, and throw a GIANT wrench in their machines of stupidity. We shall locate, hunt, and destroy butchers of English with our wit and intelligence.

(For further understanding, see the journal and subsequent comments and battles at [livejournal.com profile] masochist_molly.)

So, who wants in?
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Last night I was hanging out with [livejournal.com profile] aziraphalesshop and [livejournal.com profile] chairlegoftruth at a Mobile station. (Yeah, I know. It's really weird to hang out at a gas station.) Anyway, this kid (who couldn't have been more than sixteen years old) asked [livejournal.com profile] aziraphalesshop and [livejournal.com profile] chairlegoftruth to buy him some dip. The following exchange occurred:

Us: No.
Him: I'll give you money.
Us: No. Go away.
Him: I play baseball...::mumble mumble mumble::

At this point I was getting fed up with this kid. He just wasn't going to take no for an answer. [livejournal.com profile] aziraphalesshop and [livejournal.com profile] chairlegoftruth were taking the "Ignore him and maybe he'll go away" approach, but it seemed obvious to me that this method wasn't working.

So I turned around quickly and said loudly, without actually shouting, "You're under eighteen, aren't you??" The kid looked confused and surprised. "If you we're over eighteen, you'd be buying it yourself. Now leave my friends ALONE." And with that, I turned my back on him.

He got out of there right quick. [livejournal.com profile] chairlegoftruth said "I think you scared him..."

We were standing out in the parking lot a few minutes later, when a tennis ball was thrown in our general direction. It missed us completely. The guys said the kid I'd told off threw it as he was driving away. He must not have been a very good baseball player...

All in all, an entertaining encounter.
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Rich [livejournal.com profile] aziraphalesshop took me to Dave & Buster's for my first time the other night. The little hostess girl checked his ID, then said "You have to be twenty five to bring her in here." She didn't even bother to ask for my ID, she just assumed I was under age. I showed her my ID as Rich said "She's twenty one." She said "Oh, ok." Not even an apology.

Now, I know I look younger than I actually am. I have come to terms with this, and I'm fine with it. It's not like I can do anything about it anyway. However, it's this girl's job to check ID's. What if I was eighteen, but I looked twenty six? I have a friend who's a make up artist. He can make anyone look any age.

The thing that pissed me off more than her inncorrect assumption was that she didn't even bother to apologize. Rude people bother me.
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I don't get angry very easily at all. Annoyed, yes. Angry, no. The following letter in yesterday's newspaper made me VERY angry:

Dear Abby,
I am writing because my 12-year-old daughter, "Dorothy," is pregnant for the second time. Due to our religion, we do not believe in birth control or abortion. We kept the first baby, but we're afraid if we keep the second, Dorothy will continue to have pre-marital sex. Should we abort this one or let her have this baby, too? Please reply soon.
-Concerned Parent in Texas

Dear Concerned,
Whether your 12-year-old daughter should carry her second child to term is not a decision I can, or should, make for you. Because of her tender age, there could be medical risks involved. Take your cues from her OB/GYN.
It should be clear by now that your daughter is, and will continue to be, sexually active. Unless you intend to keep her under lock and key, she must be educated about sexually transmitted diseases and birth control. Since you consider using birth control a sin, please consider that it's a bigger sin to bring children into this world if you cannot educate and support them emotionally and financially.
PS You haven't mentioned how old the father(s) of these babies are. If they are more than four years older than Dorothy, she could be a victim of statutory rape, and you should notify the police.

This pissed me off like you wouldn't believe. So I wrote my own letter to Abby:

Dear Abby,
Your response to the parents of the twelve-year-old girl who was pregnant with her second child shocked and horrified me. What has our society come to if our children are having children, and all we say is, “Use protection next time”? At the age of twelve, that girl is still a child, and cannot possibly be emotionally, mentally, or physically mature enough to be having children of her own. Therefore she should not be performing the one act that can create children.
You advised that her parents should accept the fact that their daughter is sexually active. I disagree very strongly. She is still a child. Her parents are still her parents, and are still responsible for her well-being. They have every right to say, “No, you cannot have sex,” or “No, you cannot date older boys,” and yes, Abby, they can keep her under lock and key. They have to make the rules to protect their child. In my opinion, they are just as responsible for that little girl’s pregnancies as she is.
Speaking of responsibility, the father of that girl’s baby should be forced to show some. I do not care how old he may be, he needs to see that his actions have consequences as well. That baby is as much his as it is hers. He should be paying child support, and if he is not old enough to get a job, his parents should pay it. They are responsible as well, for not teaching their son not to get twelve year old girls pregnant.
If that girls parents are really that opposed to birth control, they need to make their daughter stop having sex. That is really the best form of birth control.
That family needs to get counseling right away. The parents need to learn how to say no to their little girl, and the girl needs to be told that she should not be having sex.

Concerned Student in New York

I think it works. Any comments?
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GuyVipe1: hi, a/s/l/pic
Spookie14: Ummmm.... no. None of your business.
GuyVipe1: i just wanted to know b/c i read ur profile and we are both into the same kinda stuff
GuyVipe1: lik dungeons and dragons
GuyVipe1: and LOTR books
Spookie14: Yeah, well, asking for MY a/s/l/pic before you even introduce yourself does not make a good first impression. In fact, it's really rather rude.
GuyVipe1: sry, can i have a second chance here?
Spookie14: Fine. Go ahead.
GuyVipe1: hey my names matt, what is ur name?
Spookie14: Rune
GuyVipe1: really? ur really name is Rune?
Spookie14: No, not really. It's just what some people call me.
GuyVipe1: what is ur really name?
Spookie14: Just call me Rune.
GuyVipe1: ok rune can i know ur age and sex and state now?
Spookie14: I'm 21, female, and I live in Alabama with my husband and our daughter.

Don't you just love it when random strangers want to know your personal information without telling you theirs? I amuse myself by fibbing to them. Just goes to show that you never know who's REALLY on the other end of that IM window.


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