- Jan 31, 2002
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Do I attract stupid people or something? Am I somehow getting a giant "Come piss me off!" sticker slapped on my back every frickin' day?
Heading up to grab some lunch ... it's Friday, so the caf at work is serving chili. Nice, hearty, beefy, delicious chili. Awesome stuff. It's gone as soon as the first batch of students gets to it, so I head up early. Grab a bowl, and start loading up with meaty chili goodness - when next to me I just hear this disapproving/irritated/insulted explusion of air. You know, the kind those uppity people make when you offend their delicate beliefs.
I turn to look and there's this girl standing there, hands on hips, midway through lading up a bowl of vegetarian chili (yes, such foul stuff exists), just glaring at me like I've got "666" tattooed on my forehead. So naturally, I ask what the hell her problem is, and would she mind pissing off?
Out comes the veggie-rant, full force. Apparently, I'm killing myself by eating this chili, it's going to give me ulcers, and I'm a horrible human being who is Brutally Raping Mother Earth. Somehow I managed to keep myself from introducing her white hippie blouse to a bowlful of Campbell's.
I came to a compromise with myself, and settled for just telling her various things regarding animals which she should go do with them if she loves them so much.
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- M4H
Heading up to grab some lunch ... it's Friday, so the caf at work is serving chili. Nice, hearty, beefy, delicious chili. Awesome stuff. It's gone as soon as the first batch of students gets to it, so I head up early. Grab a bowl, and start loading up with meaty chili goodness - when next to me I just hear this disapproving/irritated/insulted explusion of air. You know, the kind those uppity people make when you offend their delicate beliefs.
I turn to look and there's this girl standing there, hands on hips, midway through lading up a bowl of vegetarian chili (yes, such foul stuff exists), just glaring at me like I've got "666" tattooed on my forehead. So naturally, I ask what the hell her problem is, and would she mind pissing off?
Out comes the veggie-rant, full force. Apparently, I'm killing myself by eating this chili, it's going to give me ulcers, and I'm a horrible human being who is Brutally Raping Mother Earth. Somehow I managed to keep myself from introducing her white hippie blouse to a bowlful of Campbell's.
I came to a compromise with myself, and settled for just telling her various things regarding animals which she should go do with them if she loves them so much.
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- M4H
