Stupid Whiny Bastards

I ain't gots no car, so the high gas prices don't directly affect me. Indirectly, though, though the higher costs of goods and services, we all pay. What I really hate, however, is people who bitch about the high cost of gas, yet don't...

OK, instead of simply ranting, I'm gonna tell y'all a story:

I work for a well known fast food chain taking orders at the drive-through window. One day we made one of our infrequent--nay, rare--mistakes. The sad victim of our ineptitude returned to the window several moments later to demand that we rectify our error, which we were, of course, happy to do. As I gave the man his corrected sandwich and profusely and politely apologized, the jackass gets all bitchy about how he had to drive all the way back and how the price of gasoline is almost three bucks a gallon. A fair enough complaint, on the surface. Except that the next time this bozo comes through, he's driving this big honking gas-eating SU-freakin'-V, which must get something like 10 gallons to the mile or worse. If the price of gas was such a backbreaking burden for this jackass, maybe he shouldn't just be pouring it into that fuel guzzling monster.

What is the appeal of SUV's anyway? Why do people want to drive around in something that looks like a Brinks truck? And they're ugly, too. (The cars--not the people. Well, most of the people, too. Like the guy in the story above; he looked like Jonathan Crane, the Scarecrow from the Batman comics.) Have you seen the Honda Element? This is the most hideous thing on four wheels. It's quite literally a metal box with four wheels and an engine. What aesthetically challenged--or maybe just blind--idiot designed this monstrosity?

Sorry, did I say something about not ranting? Oh, well--it's not like I promised.

Anyway, I'm done. I'll talk to you tomorrow.