unsexy design

September 07, 2007

It's one of those days

Where you...
don't wanna work
don't wanna go outside
don't wanna eat
don't wanna read
don't wanna surf the internet

Overall, you just don't wanna exist - but not in a depressing woe-is-me kind of way... just a matter of factly don't wanna do shit kind of way.

Labels: douche bag, mindless

Posted by shannoxx :: 9/07/2007 01:27:00 PM :: 0 Comments:

April 04, 2007

close encounters of the douche bag kind

This morning I had a real delight, I got to witness a fine example of total and utter douche baggery. Here is how it went down -

The train came into South Attleboro this morning and normally you see the same people every day - the usuals, if you will. Well as the train is slowing down this guy was peeking out of the door. I never saw this guy before, he was dressed in a blue pinstripe suit and he had blond shorter highlighted hair and the overall first impression of him when I saw him was - douche. He screamed it without saying a word. When the train was almost stopped but still going at a considerable pace he jumped off. You know, kinda like the train conductors do, except they are smart enough to know that the train was going too fast still to jump off at the point which he did. Never mind all the practice they must get in a day. As he jumped off the train with brief case in hand he took a grad A - class act spill. He looked like a total idiot. He obviously underestimated the amount of steps he would have to take to regain his balance quickly enough while getting off the train. It was the type of fall that he was actually rolling uncontrollably from the momentum of the fall. He rolled so quite uncontrollably in fact that he started to roll back toward the train with his legs flailing way too close to the underneath. What struck me as odd and what made him seem like even more of a douche was that his briefcase was old school style and crappy looking and he had it attached to a matching navy blue shoe string that wrapped around his wrist. Upon closer inspection his suit didn't look fantastic either. He picked himself up, brushed off, laughed - said he was OK (not that either I or the guy next to me had asked) and ran off.

Now, here I am trying as hard as hell to not laugh out loud. Then thinking to myself as I got on the train - wouldn't that have been something if his foot did get caught under the train, though maybe that would have been a bit messy. Not to mention that I would have then had to dutifully call 911. Because at that point stepping over him, careful not to slip in any possible pools of blood, and laughing quietly to myself would probably not have been a viable option.

Moral of the story - it doesn't pay to look cool jumping off a train and that no matter what you still look like a fucking douche bag.

Labels: commute, douche bag, morning delights

Posted by shannoxx :: 4/04/2007 06:55:00 AM :: 0 Comments: