Peeve's be we, part three...minus one
It’s kinda hard to whine and gripe today, considering the events that took place this past week in Japan.
However…in keeping with the “Pet Peeve” topic of my most recent posting and my penchant for pointing out the shortcoming of of inhabitants of this planet I present the following.
Is it not time for the TTC to resurrect the campaign that they ran in the 70’s and early 80’s encouraging their riders to place their bag neatly at their feet or under their seat?
I can’t believe the lack of consideration given by the new quasi-moto’s of Toronto who wear their knapsacks onto a bus or subway and walk around like there’s nothing to it – and by the way morons, you don’t actually have senses in your fricking knapsacks, the same way you do in your ass or elbows – when your ass or elbow knocks some unsuspecting guy named Geoff in the head, you actually know it, and if you are nice and well heeled, you’ll turn to me…errrr….that guy and apologize. When your bulging knapsack filled with hard edged laptops, binders, lunch boxes, shoes and maybe the odd barbell smacks the same head, you feel nothing and continue as if your add-on hunch back isn’t a part of you. You take up the space of 1.5 people now, and when I nudge you because I am pissed off that your knapsack is impeding on my space, you turn and leer at me because I, all of a sudden, am pissing you off.
Okay this rant is far more angry than originally intended, but I am tired of it. The TTC ran their campaigns in the 70’s and 80’s when we all hauled our Adidas gym bags to and fro, but now that everyone has moved to the Heys pack-du-jour, I am coming home nightly with bumps, bruises and generally a foul mood in tail, because of the insensitivity of these masses. Funny enough, it does seem to be those born in the 70’s, 80’s and 90’s who are the culprits, generally (but not always) those of us old enough to remember the TTC campaign.
While we’re at it – I have to say the average TTC driver is really nice and fun to ride with. Sadly the not-so-average driver’s ruin it for the good ones – but we’ll save that one for a rainy day!
Peeve's be we
A pet peeve is slowly developing in my craw.
Sadly I know that I am guilty of it as well, but nonetheless I will be more aware of it because I wrote this piece.
Lately through work and also even in my personal life I have been getting called “buddy” and “dude” a lot – which on it’s own is fine – if you are reading this then likely you know me well enough to finish a conversation by saying “all right, have a good one dude” or some parallel comment. It’s the first time callers that get to me. Just today I took three calls this AM and heard the caller on the other end complete the call by saying “alright buddy, have a good one”. My dad rolled over three times in his grave I can assure you. These are cold callers vying to get my firms business, the service they are provided is entitled “professional services”. I am fairly certain that calling someone on the phone, someone you’ve never met, “buddy” or “dude” is not quite professional in most circles.
Quite scary really.
I think the whole text-speak is starting to take hold and old fuddy-duddy’s like me are being proven right in our thoughts that text speak, computers and in general technology will obviously be changing the world, but less obvious is that it will be altering future generations views of Miss Manners world.
I have heard people on buses and subways say the letters “L” “O” “L” when they have been amused by something. I constantly hear people utter “O” “M” G” instead of Oh My God, as if it’s common every day lingo – which I suppose it now is.
Webster’s dictionary is famous for adding new words annually to their dictionary, the fame more for the fact that they often incorporate trendy colloquialisms much earlier than the others. In 2006 they added Unibrow, 2009 saw the addition of Staycation, 2010? Well let’s see, BFF was added and with that, I would say we’re now complete as a society.
BFF isn’t even a freaking word – yet the dictionary has it in there, well to Webster’s I offer a big heart-felt ROFLMAO, can’t wait for 2011!
Back to the matter at hand, please feel free to call me dude or buddy (please don’t call me Buddi – with the “i” because that’s already taken), because by knowing me you’ve earned the right. But if you happen upon this blog and want to get to know me, I can assure you that calling me Buddy or Dude or even Man is probably not the best thing to start the conversation with – unless you are trying to sell me illegal contraband, at which time I will need to re-assess my thought patterns….LMAO
