thedelihaus
Nocturnal transmissions
Wanna see my nasty side? Wanna hear what I'm like in a bad mood? All fired up?
Do you like rants? Howzabout raves? Then read on, me droogies, read on...
I'll feel 100% better after unloading this heaping pile...
Went to the Goodwill in Cambridge/Somerville today, at Davis Square. It was packed, and someone, well, someone's to blame. Someone let the dogs out...
How bad was the crowd?
Someone trying to pry off the cloth grill of a KLH by tearing off the emblem and using that to wedge off the grill. suprise- it was held on by velcro, you sub-genius! They looked at the ancient drivers, and getting extremely dissapointed for not seeing brightly colored foam surrounds, a chrome dust cap, and a plastic trim ring painted to look like aluminum around the driver, went off, dijected, to pry apart the non-removeable grill of a vinyl covered, single cone driver Pioneer center channel that once came with an all-in-one setup.
Watched a grown man snap out the plastic window to a 100+ pioneer cd changer while I was there, because he was too impatient to figure out how to open it. Took him all of 20 seconds. Later he forcibly jammed a VHS tape (maybe it was a Beta?) improperly into a vcr and broke off the hinged VCR door, and then continued his destructive spree- snapped a cassette door off a cheapo Awia unit.
Another fella was playing a turntable- no record mind you, stylus directly on the rubber mat, tone arm bouncing around. Gawd!
Someone had already pulled the knobs and sliders off an entry-level Quad Pioneer before I got there. And someone earlier had pushed in the domes on a pair of Teac speakers. This is the same store where I witnessed some guys trying to destroy a big-arsed MCS receiver 4 or 5 months back by touching the speaker wires together, while laughing, and where the group of 20-something "gangstas" were intimidating folk that day in-store while they busted up things (check previous post about it for the full story).
I went to find salvation in the records. The record selection was fairly poor, actually one of the worst I've ever seen in Mass (besides Hanover) at a Goodwill/salvation Army. I unearthed a few good Red Seal and Living Stereo pieces that were in there. Unfortunately, all I looked at were scuffed or scratched- all enough to pass on except one. The only salvageable record was a copy of Nutcracker Suite, and I've got tons already, so I ended up passing.
As I sat there in my chair witnessing this bizarre circus, this zoo, things got a bit personal. A 6 year old kid repeatedly called me the "ugly wheelchair man" over and over and over again, while his older brother, maybe 10, joined in for a brief moment, and taunted me in a sinister tone about being unable to walk. His parents were there, and let them behave this way. When I made eye contact with them, they looked at me like I was the a-hole or something.
Other adults behaved nearly as bad as the kids- let me tell you, it really drives me nuts when grown men stare at me, and I mean really, really stare- I'm in a wheelchair, that's all, for Pete's sake. No curled horns growing out of my head, no helper monkey on my lap, I'm not dressed in a tutu. Fortunately, my arms work, I don't belch flames, or sport a tri-colored mohawk, and my wheelchair is not a "cool, powerful" chair, with spinners and neon ground effects! Nothing fun to see!!! Really!!!
One whacko, who smelled like his pants had a load of turd in them swimming in a pungent sea of urine, was freaking out, like I may get the deals for some reason, and kept hovering over and around me. Another lady paranoid and afraid I was trying to cut the line, and get rung up first, special treatment for the gimp.
The obligatory annoying, grating, "priviledged" ladies with big mouths were there, as they always are, but just a few this afternoon. How'd I know? Well, they were complaining out loud, of course. These ladies feel entitled and so (self?) important, feel that they should be waited on hand and foot, as if they were the only customer in the store, and the store was fricken' Nordstrom's! They reek of sour soul, the disdain bubbling and gurgling from their rotted hearts. A cruel group of biddies who deem themself privileged, entitled and worthy of a kept existance, giving them the right to treat the help, especially if they are a minority, like 3 year olds with behavioral issues, or worse, like feral, howling, dinner-theiving cats worthy of a scalding. Spoiled meat, my friends.
Plenty of dunderheaded sheep-people in herds there today as well, who ignore your presence, and refuse to move even if they step into your forward-moving path. They just stand there, faces turned ever so slightly, as if they just had their feet nailed to the floorboards in front of you. They refuse to acknowledge you, refuse to get out of your way. They're shopping, they're standing there, they don't hear, see, recognize you're presence there. And they just don't care- they're more interested in that holiday-themed XXL jem sweater in their clutches and those coffee-colored stirrup pants with just a touch od "pilling", or maybe that Anna-Lee doll with the felt arms and legs with wire infrastructure, and the silkscreened spooky painted cloth face, on sale for $3.99. No way! But yes! See? It's written on that robin-egg blue tag in red grease pencil...
The best comment of the day? A little girl asking her mom if she could pick out a CD to buy. Her mom answered "I don't know anything about them CD things- they're too confusing. You'll have to wait and ask your dad- your dad knows all that high tech stuff."
What?!? This lady is allowed to drive a car? This lady is allowed to buy alchohol? This lady is allowed to raise children? To continue breeding? Oh bother!!!
I was pretty heated by the time I left.
Thanks for hearing me out, thanks for the rant!
I feel better already!:thmbsp:
Do you like rants? Howzabout raves? Then read on, me droogies, read on...
I'll feel 100% better after unloading this heaping pile...
Went to the Goodwill in Cambridge/Somerville today, at Davis Square. It was packed, and someone, well, someone's to blame. Someone let the dogs out...
How bad was the crowd?
Someone trying to pry off the cloth grill of a KLH by tearing off the emblem and using that to wedge off the grill. suprise- it was held on by velcro, you sub-genius! They looked at the ancient drivers, and getting extremely dissapointed for not seeing brightly colored foam surrounds, a chrome dust cap, and a plastic trim ring painted to look like aluminum around the driver, went off, dijected, to pry apart the non-removeable grill of a vinyl covered, single cone driver Pioneer center channel that once came with an all-in-one setup.
Watched a grown man snap out the plastic window to a 100+ pioneer cd changer while I was there, because he was too impatient to figure out how to open it. Took him all of 20 seconds. Later he forcibly jammed a VHS tape (maybe it was a Beta?) improperly into a vcr and broke off the hinged VCR door, and then continued his destructive spree- snapped a cassette door off a cheapo Awia unit.
Another fella was playing a turntable- no record mind you, stylus directly on the rubber mat, tone arm bouncing around. Gawd!
Someone had already pulled the knobs and sliders off an entry-level Quad Pioneer before I got there. And someone earlier had pushed in the domes on a pair of Teac speakers. This is the same store where I witnessed some guys trying to destroy a big-arsed MCS receiver 4 or 5 months back by touching the speaker wires together, while laughing, and where the group of 20-something "gangstas" were intimidating folk that day in-store while they busted up things (check previous post about it for the full story).
I went to find salvation in the records. The record selection was fairly poor, actually one of the worst I've ever seen in Mass (besides Hanover) at a Goodwill/salvation Army. I unearthed a few good Red Seal and Living Stereo pieces that were in there. Unfortunately, all I looked at were scuffed or scratched- all enough to pass on except one. The only salvageable record was a copy of Nutcracker Suite, and I've got tons already, so I ended up passing.
As I sat there in my chair witnessing this bizarre circus, this zoo, things got a bit personal. A 6 year old kid repeatedly called me the "ugly wheelchair man" over and over and over again, while his older brother, maybe 10, joined in for a brief moment, and taunted me in a sinister tone about being unable to walk. His parents were there, and let them behave this way. When I made eye contact with them, they looked at me like I was the a-hole or something.
Other adults behaved nearly as bad as the kids- let me tell you, it really drives me nuts when grown men stare at me, and I mean really, really stare- I'm in a wheelchair, that's all, for Pete's sake. No curled horns growing out of my head, no helper monkey on my lap, I'm not dressed in a tutu. Fortunately, my arms work, I don't belch flames, or sport a tri-colored mohawk, and my wheelchair is not a "cool, powerful" chair, with spinners and neon ground effects! Nothing fun to see!!! Really!!!
One whacko, who smelled like his pants had a load of turd in them swimming in a pungent sea of urine, was freaking out, like I may get the deals for some reason, and kept hovering over and around me. Another lady paranoid and afraid I was trying to cut the line, and get rung up first, special treatment for the gimp.
The obligatory annoying, grating, "priviledged" ladies with big mouths were there, as they always are, but just a few this afternoon. How'd I know? Well, they were complaining out loud, of course. These ladies feel entitled and so (self?) important, feel that they should be waited on hand and foot, as if they were the only customer in the store, and the store was fricken' Nordstrom's! They reek of sour soul, the disdain bubbling and gurgling from their rotted hearts. A cruel group of biddies who deem themself privileged, entitled and worthy of a kept existance, giving them the right to treat the help, especially if they are a minority, like 3 year olds with behavioral issues, or worse, like feral, howling, dinner-theiving cats worthy of a scalding. Spoiled meat, my friends.
Plenty of dunderheaded sheep-people in herds there today as well, who ignore your presence, and refuse to move even if they step into your forward-moving path. They just stand there, faces turned ever so slightly, as if they just had their feet nailed to the floorboards in front of you. They refuse to acknowledge you, refuse to get out of your way. They're shopping, they're standing there, they don't hear, see, recognize you're presence there. And they just don't care- they're more interested in that holiday-themed XXL jem sweater in their clutches and those coffee-colored stirrup pants with just a touch od "pilling", or maybe that Anna-Lee doll with the felt arms and legs with wire infrastructure, and the silkscreened spooky painted cloth face, on sale for $3.99. No way! But yes! See? It's written on that robin-egg blue tag in red grease pencil...
The best comment of the day? A little girl asking her mom if she could pick out a CD to buy. Her mom answered "I don't know anything about them CD things- they're too confusing. You'll have to wait and ask your dad- your dad knows all that high tech stuff."
What?!? This lady is allowed to drive a car? This lady is allowed to buy alchohol? This lady is allowed to raise children? To continue breeding? Oh bother!!!
I was pretty heated by the time I left.
Thanks for hearing me out, thanks for the rant!
I feel better already!:thmbsp:
It's just at times it gets extra concentrated, and you go nuts. Usually it's at malls. American society flushes its toilets and the isles of the malls run thick with the detritus of society. Not all the folk there- plenty of excellent people too. But the mud sharks are there, floating along in numbers. I notice it can be awkward at restaraunts at times too- moreso if your injury is of higher level. Awkward!
