2005-02-01
Entry tags:
Profound Epiphany & Etiquette Revolution
When one holds a door open for someone, one might well say, "After you." Yet this makes little sense, since it is being addressed to 'you'. What one really wants to say is, "Before me."
Please update your system files.
Please update your system files.
Entry tags:
strange encounters
Going back to Saturday in the IKEA lot. We've stowed our new possessions and I start backing out. I see the car opposite me also start to back out. I stop and keep an eye on him. He's not stopping. Dear God, he's not looking where he's going. I lay on the horn solidly for about three seconds as his car slowly and inevitably smacks mine at about 1 mph. Ngah! Given ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aaronjv's story, I was tempted to demand $500 for the invisible blemish on my car. But instead I let Mr. Asian driver get away with merely a dent in stereotype karma.
Today, I'm going on my lunch walk, and up ahead on the sidewalk is a man kneeling on a prayer rug towards Mecca (my physics brain calculated that his facing was pretty accurate, assuming a great circle route). He's next to a big grey van with dusty windows. As I pass him by, I get the heebie-jeebies. Inside my cranium, Mr. Liberal braincell starts to war with Mr. Mistrustful-of-Muslims-with-large-anonymous-vans-indulging-in-open-displays-of-religious-fervor-within-sight-of-a-major-airport braincell. When I get back around the block, he's on his feet putting his rug away in the van. Since I idiotically left my paycheck in my office, I went out again to the bank and found him once more praying on the sidewalk.
So if a radiological bomb goes off at LAX today, I just want to leave this message on the internet so that you can all blame me for not stopping it.
aaronjv's story, I was tempted to demand $500 for the invisible blemish on my car. But instead I let Mr. Asian driver get away with merely a dent in stereotype karma.Today, I'm going on my lunch walk, and up ahead on the sidewalk is a man kneeling on a prayer rug towards Mecca (my physics brain calculated that his facing was pretty accurate, assuming a great circle route). He's next to a big grey van with dusty windows. As I pass him by, I get the heebie-jeebies. Inside my cranium, Mr. Liberal braincell starts to war with Mr. Mistrustful-of-Muslims-with-large-anonymous-vans-indulging-in-open-displays-of-religious-fervor-within-sight-of-a-major-airport braincell. When I get back around the block, he's on his feet putting his rug away in the van. Since I idiotically left my paycheck in my office, I went out again to the bank and found him once more praying on the sidewalk.
So if a radiological bomb goes off at LAX today, I just want to leave this message on the internet so that you can all blame me for not stopping it.