Dribbling Vinegar
(So as to say this is a short rant, and not considered up to PV standards. You'll see a few of these from time to time, as little things piss me off in little ways. Capice?)

So, we got our A&W this week, which is awesome. I merrily sat in the drive-thru for over a half hour on Thursday, only to have my order confused and royally fucked up in the bedlam that was opening week. But, I was totally cool with it. Turns out I could have just had a tasty Mozza Burger; instead, I had a hella-delicious Papa Burger (two of them, actually).

But that's neither here nor there. Yesterday, I go back for some Chubby Chicken. Now that the fanfare has died down a little, my wait wasn't very long, and my order was right. So I'm eating in my car, happily nibbling away at my chicken in the parking lot, while the guy in the van ahead of me is also enjoying his Chubby Chicken. Know how I know this?

Because he was tossing his bones out the fucking van window into the parking lot.

Fucking Christ, we live in a city if ignorance. So many people around here are convinced it's still 1981. It's okay to drink a case of beer and go driving. There's no problem if you get pulled over; you can always take your frustration out on your wife when you get home. Oh, and feel free to toss that garbage anywhere at all; it'll magically disappear.

I felt like picking up those bones, following this douchebag home, and tossing them into his driveway. And I might have, too, but I figured the backwards fuck would probably shoot me. Which is another acceptable practice, as long as they're on your God damn property.

Between that winner and the guy who came into the store with alcohol on his breath looking for "good drivin' tunes", Saturday was not a very good day for my sanity.