Ranting...

Just wanted to let loose a bit tonight. I picked up on a few things over these past couple of days that need to be shared.

• The Nickname is a dying breed. Sure a lot of people have nicknames but most of them are very simple (see: A-Rod, KG, D-Wade) I think gaining a nickname is similar to gaining stripes as a policeman. When you meet someone with a nickname like 'Asphalt' or 'Lollipop' you are immediately intrigued. You want to know how the name came about and the person immediately moves up a few notches in coolness. When you meet someone and they say "Hi, I am Joseph but most people call me Joe." Your reaction is not one of shock and awe. But if someone says "Hi, I am Greg but people call me Half-Pipe." You will probably double take and ask how he got that name.
• Another thing I noticed is that waiting on line at the supermarket deli counter turns good people into bad ones real quick. My local supermarket employs one of those ticket dispensers with each ticket being individually numbered. Usually when you arrive at the counter you will be about 8-12 people away but it goes pretty quick because the counter has several employees. On Sunday's however the counter gets busy and thats when impatient people will pull some nasty tricks on you. After you use your ticket you put it in a basket on top of the counter. Two weeks ago I witnessed an elderly woman take an already used ticket out of the already used ticked basket and she moved up 11 spots and was waited on immediately. Now I was not mad at this lady(who I knew only ordered a quarter-pound of turkey because she knew she was down to her last sandwiches and didnt want to waste any cold cuts.)because she had balls and it was a gutsy move. I did however snitch on a middle-aged man dressed in plaid shorts, a collared shirt, and boat shoes to boot. I was mad because well he had virility. He was alive and kicking so he could wait the 10-15 minutes to get served while in the lady's case I didn't think she would make it home to chow down on her turkey on wheat sandwich. So when I said to the man, I believe you cheated, he said something to me that will stick with me for the rest of my life, kinda like herpes. He said "There is no cheating in deli meat kid. There are those who wait in line, and those who don't wait in line. What side are you on?"
• The term pantsuit will always be funny to me.
• I am not good at saying goodbye.

MJL