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This week's Idiot Count:
Idiot 1 (trio)
Wednesday
Location: Quincy Street, Harvard Square
Act of Idiocy: Three girls were walking towards me. They were walking all three in a straight line, taking up the entire sidewalk. As I approached them, they didn't even flinch or make room for me, and I had to step into the street to avoid getting mashed. (I see this kind of rudeness ALL THE TIME and it drives me nuts. Didn't your mother teach you any common courtesy??)
Idiot 2 (pair)
Wednesday
Location: Corner of Columbia and Broad, Central Square
Act of Idiocy: I was walking back from Cafe Kiraz, carrying dinner for Jorn and myself, and these two boys who were about 14 or so were walking down Columbia the other direction. I got to the corner of Broadway (a fairly busy street, mind you) and stopped, because it was a red light. From the corner, I watched as these two kids got up to the intersection and blithely ambled across the street. They didn't even look to see if any cars were coming. Several were. They didn't even notice that they were in the path of the oncoming traffic until a car had to hit the brakes to avoid hitting them and the driver honked. The boys kind of looked around, like, what's he honking at?, and then continued their conversation.
Idiot 3 (everyone at the Somerville Theater last night)
Thursday night
Location: Somerville Theater, Davis Square
Act of Idiocy: First off, wouldn't you think that if you were going to the movies to see a first-run or limited-run film, that you'd plan to arrive early to make sure you got a seat? That's what I do. And if the film in question was *the opening film of the Boston Independent Film Festival*, and the director of the film, who happened to be Steve Buscemi, was going to be there, wouldn't you plan to arrive even earlier? That would be my thought. But no. Now, Jorn and I and Dan and Meg were all at the theater at 6:30 for the 7pm film, and we felt like we were really late. We managed to score two pairs of seats, and then I waited in line for candy and got back to my seat that Jorn was saving by 6:50 or so. We were all set. But people kept wandering in and looking surprised that the whole freaking theater was full. Jorn and I were floored, like, what were you thinking, that you could just meander on in at 6:55 and get a seat right up front to hear Steve Buscemi talk? Did you think you were the only Boston Independent Film Festival attendee who was interested in Steve Buscemi? Or were you expecting a seat to be magically saved for your special ass to sit on? The movie didn't actually start until 7:30, which could have been the way they'd planned it. I'm not sure, since my going to this was kind of last minute. But if the movie's supposed to start at 7:00, who shows up at 7:20, expecting to find a seat? Who shows up at 7:20 for a 7:00 showing period? Argh.
And then, after the movie, escape from the theater was impossible. There were about 900 people all crammed into the Somerville Theater, right, and all of them wanted to leave at approximately the same time, so it was pretty darn crowded. But right in front of me, there was a girl and a guy who kept just stopping and chatting. Hello, there's people all around, I can't get around you, can't you wait till you get outside the theater before you commence flirting? Just standing there! Do you like being in the middle of a huge, pushing, shoving, funky-glasses-adorned crowd of hipsters? WELL I DON'T, SO GET OUT OF THE DAMN WAY SO I CAN GET MY GRUMPY OLD LADY ASS ON THE T.
Idiot 4 (just one special guy)
Friday
Location: JFK Street, Harvard Square
Act of Idiocy: Farbs and I had lunch together today at the Greenhouse Cafe in Harvard Square, and afterwards we walked over to Ben & Jerry's to get ice cream. So we were maybe right next to Urban Outfitters there on JFK and getting ready to cross the street to get to the Garage, and we stepped off the sidewalk into the street. Not even into the main lane, just into the street, so we could see around the parked cars and see if there was any traffic coming. Well, there was. This dick in a white car is driving up the street, and he honks at us to get out of the street, and as he goes by he leans out the window and *shakes his finger at us*!! How freakin' rude! Granted, we weren't at a crosswalk, and we probably looked like college girls, but still. No one ever, ever deserves to have a finger shaken at them. It is entirely condescending and just rude. Farbs and I just looked at each other; we couldn't believe it.
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So is it that the nice weather is bringing the idiots out of the woodwork, or is it that the nice weather has brought *me* out of the woodwork and now I can see the idiots better?
Idiot 1 (trio)
Wednesday
Location: Quincy Street, Harvard Square
Act of Idiocy: Three girls were walking towards me. They were walking all three in a straight line, taking up the entire sidewalk. As I approached them, they didn't even flinch or make room for me, and I had to step into the street to avoid getting mashed. (I see this kind of rudeness ALL THE TIME and it drives me nuts. Didn't your mother teach you any common courtesy??)
Idiot 2 (pair)
Wednesday
Location: Corner of Columbia and Broad, Central Square
Act of Idiocy: I was walking back from Cafe Kiraz, carrying dinner for Jorn and myself, and these two boys who were about 14 or so were walking down Columbia the other direction. I got to the corner of Broadway (a fairly busy street, mind you) and stopped, because it was a red light. From the corner, I watched as these two kids got up to the intersection and blithely ambled across the street. They didn't even look to see if any cars were coming. Several were. They didn't even notice that they were in the path of the oncoming traffic until a car had to hit the brakes to avoid hitting them and the driver honked. The boys kind of looked around, like, what's he honking at?, and then continued their conversation.
Idiot 3 (everyone at the Somerville Theater last night)
Thursday night
Location: Somerville Theater, Davis Square
Act of Idiocy: First off, wouldn't you think that if you were going to the movies to see a first-run or limited-run film, that you'd plan to arrive early to make sure you got a seat? That's what I do. And if the film in question was *the opening film of the Boston Independent Film Festival*, and the director of the film, who happened to be Steve Buscemi, was going to be there, wouldn't you plan to arrive even earlier? That would be my thought. But no. Now, Jorn and I and Dan and Meg were all at the theater at 6:30 for the 7pm film, and we felt like we were really late. We managed to score two pairs of seats, and then I waited in line for candy and got back to my seat that Jorn was saving by 6:50 or so. We were all set. But people kept wandering in and looking surprised that the whole freaking theater was full. Jorn and I were floored, like, what were you thinking, that you could just meander on in at 6:55 and get a seat right up front to hear Steve Buscemi talk? Did you think you were the only Boston Independent Film Festival attendee who was interested in Steve Buscemi? Or were you expecting a seat to be magically saved for your special ass to sit on? The movie didn't actually start until 7:30, which could have been the way they'd planned it. I'm not sure, since my going to this was kind of last minute. But if the movie's supposed to start at 7:00, who shows up at 7:20, expecting to find a seat? Who shows up at 7:20 for a 7:00 showing period? Argh.
And then, after the movie, escape from the theater was impossible. There were about 900 people all crammed into the Somerville Theater, right, and all of them wanted to leave at approximately the same time, so it was pretty darn crowded. But right in front of me, there was a girl and a guy who kept just stopping and chatting. Hello, there's people all around, I can't get around you, can't you wait till you get outside the theater before you commence flirting? Just standing there! Do you like being in the middle of a huge, pushing, shoving, funky-glasses-adorned crowd of hipsters? WELL I DON'T, SO GET OUT OF THE DAMN WAY SO I CAN GET MY GRUMPY OLD LADY ASS ON THE T.
Idiot 4 (just one special guy)
Friday
Location: JFK Street, Harvard Square
Act of Idiocy: Farbs and I had lunch together today at the Greenhouse Cafe in Harvard Square, and afterwards we walked over to Ben & Jerry's to get ice cream. So we were maybe right next to Urban Outfitters there on JFK and getting ready to cross the street to get to the Garage, and we stepped off the sidewalk into the street. Not even into the main lane, just into the street, so we could see around the parked cars and see if there was any traffic coming. Well, there was. This dick in a white car is driving up the street, and he honks at us to get out of the street, and as he goes by he leans out the window and *shakes his finger at us*!! How freakin' rude! Granted, we weren't at a crosswalk, and we probably looked like college girls, but still. No one ever, ever deserves to have a finger shaken at them. It is entirely condescending and just rude. Farbs and I just looked at each other; we couldn't believe it.
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So is it that the nice weather is bringing the idiots out of the woodwork, or is it that the nice weather has brought *me* out of the woodwork and now I can see the idiots better?
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Date: 2005-04-22 07:13 pm (UTC)From:-Heh. In situations like that, I usually just stop walking. They then have to choose to bump into me-just-standing-there, or go around . . .
(And you so do not have an old lady ass . . . )
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Date: 2005-04-22 07:28 pm (UTC)From:I meant old lady ass as in, I'm grumpy like a grumpy old lady, not I'm grumpy and also my ass is withered and wrinkly. :)
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Date: 2005-04-22 07:37 pm (UTC)From:And if I had known that Steve Buscemi were speaking and had done a movie, I would have been at the theater at 4:30!!
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Date: 2005-04-22 09:43 pm (UTC)From:I really thought all the idiots were here at my work. Guess not. Damn, they're like bunnies.....
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Date: 2005-04-22 09:50 pm (UTC)From:*snrk*
This is my new motto. And I don't even use the T to commute anymore.
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Date: 2005-04-23 07:41 pm (UTC)From: