Things I Hate, #4

I looked online for about four minutes for a picture of this thing but could not find it. There is one at the Santa Barbara Central Library on Anapamu, but the bathrooms are closed for renovation, so I was not able to get a shot of it when I was there this evening with Em. If you are not acquainted with the device I will describe it. It is a hand towel dispenser placed in public bathrooms, but it does not dispense your average throw away hand towels, no. It is a roll with a cloth hand towel that rotates. It is fucking disgusting.

I will just say here that I will never touch that thing. Ever. I would rather dry my hands on my hair than lay my fingers within three feet of that monster. If I had a dirty diaper handy I would use that before I handled the scummy re-usable hand towel thing.

It's just another sign that the eco-terrorists are taking over.

Things I Hate, #3

Not Mo, of course. I love Mo.

What I hate is when Joe Girardi brings in Mariano Rivera and it's not a save situation. Four of the five runs Mariano has given up this year were in these types of situations. He hasn't blown a save opportunity yet, why bring him in any other time than when you wanna close the door on an opponent in a tight game that you're winning?

I should be the Manager, of course.

Things I Hate, #2

I cannot stand it when someone on the road is impeding my progress in some way and when I finally get around them I see they are talking on a cell phone.

I was driving back to work from lunch today and some asshole in a Prius (I'll save that group for a future "Things I Hate") is sitting in front of me at the intersection of Modoc and Las Positas. The light goes green and the Prius doesn't move. I have driven one of these go-karts before so I know that when you hit the gas the sled doesn't necessarily move right away so I gave the guy the benefit of the doubt, for the first five seconds at least. When ten seconds went by I gave him a polite toot of the horn to let him know that all was clear, we can go now. Still nothing. I had to actually pull into the next lane and go past him, and the dude was still sitting there stopped at the green light when I passed and noticed him talking into his personal communications device.

Motherfucker. I hope you get pulled over tomorrow when the law goes into effect and when the cop searches your mini-car he finds your 18 inch double headed black mamba in your hatchback.

Things I Hate, #1

In no particular order with these, but just as they come to me.

The guy in the line ahead of you at Subway who has orders for everyone in the office, six inchers, footlongs, with cheese, no cheese, half are toasted, all the different condiment configurations, and not one normal, regular order.

God I hate that guy.