Sunday, April 29, 2012

Rated PG 13+?

Some people do not consider others.
So, you go to a fast food place, and get something small, a jr. burger. (takes less than 30 seconds to make and send out, getting it to you in a minute or so) But it takes about 6-7 minutes to get it, because some jackass made a $50 order in drive through just before you did. That may be considerate to the ppl in the car, to the business, but that poor guy wanted one little thing, and now, he has to wait 6x longer, because of your massive order and lack of consideration for those "little" orders.

I enjoy cooking, but only for certain people. People i know, and care about. Every one of them I remember what they like, hate and any allergies. I always ask those questions after they say "Surprise me" about their food. I always crave feedback too. I like to hear "its good" or "its bomb" or whatever means it is really good, and you most likely will order another one soon. But I need more than "It was really good" i want to know, was their something about it that could have made it better? Even just a little bit? I need to get those little ' could have used some ___' or ' didn't really care for the ____' to perfect the entree.

I care for my customers enough to take my time with it, and attempt to 'pre taste' it through smell. Some how, i know what it needs, and when. And it dosent get old. Every time i cook freely, it is a new taste, a new 'adventure'. It always changes, and thats one of the many reasons i love to cook, as much as i love to eat. Its always a surprise, and always a new challenge when a new person says they want to try something NOT on the menu. Even better when someone who knows my 'work' comes up and says "hes the go to guy for your food- his food is always awesome". It makes me proud to have the cooking gene in my DNA when I here that. One thing however i hate to see is wasting food. To many people go hungry every day, and it just gets thrown in the trash.

The world is a big place, but it dosent mean we can fill it with trash and expect someone else to clean it up. When you spit your gum out your car window, it sticks to somones tire, or a bird eats it and dies, or something. Im not a tree hugger, but jeez, every little bit counts. Every bag, can, and cigarette butt collects and makes our world a junk yard. Id rather walk on grass, or any nature than concrete over flowed with trash. We as humans are so wasteful. I know i am too, the hardest part is to change the way i have lived for the past 26 years to something polar opposite. I eat a lot, but i finish every bite. I may produce a lot of trash, but i throw it in the designated trash receptacles, not where ever is convenient where im standing.

 I am lazy, but i still throw my trash away, make my own food, and work hard to support my family. Many people are to lazy to pull out a skillet to make a grilled cheese sandwich, but they aren't lazy enough to drive to a fast food place and pay for someone else to make it for them... Then drive back home. Whats next? Am i going to have to go out to the customers cars and feed it to them myself? If it comes to that, I quit. (unless i get one hell of a pay raise)

Something else i do not understand is AZ parenting... So many people... I am surprised the parents made it to parenthood themselves. a lot of Kids here are loud, obnoxious, and lets face it, dumb asses. They get it from their parents. The ones who are supposed to teach their kids to use crosswalks, and look both ways before crossing the street, and not walk a dog with  5 kids following you like ducklings in the part of the parking lot where traffic is crazy. The saddest thing is, the parents, nor the kids looked either way for traffic. The dog did, and tried to run out of the way like a smart little taco bell dog. Nope, momma wasn't having intelligence in her house.... When you want to talk to someone in the parking lot, park in a space, then talk. don't park in the street to have a conversation while your kids are running around the car like little mindless planets. Your holding up traffic, dude. And the joker who thinks it would be awesome to honk his horn while a decent father is trying to get his kid out of the car seat, and scares the hell out of him and his kid, almost resulting in a drop. You sir, are the ultimatum of assholes. Trying to impress your little hoochie bootie call by trying to make a loving father drop his 3 year old son on the pavement? Oh yeah. So attractive. So damn funny. Almost as funny as your attempt to get into her pants by buying her a sandwich from the dollar menu. That sir, is funny. I am glad however, that people with an IQ higher that their age reproduce intelligent offspring that could run the city better than most local officials, at the age of five.

Not only that, but why are these mothers putting their little girls in clothes that are clearly for a midget prostitute? A girl, probably 6 or 7, in a short hot pink glittered skirt, a tube top as thin as a straw, and a bushy fur coat in summer time. She will hear this sentence by age 12- " Mom, im pregnant again, and don't know who the father is."- I swear. the outfit called out to pedos all over the streets.

If you love your kids, teach them what is socially acceptable, and how to survive in the world- don't assume they will figure it out. by the time they make the mistake you could have prevented, they may not get a chance to learn from it, and you will regret it for the rest of your life. Our kids are the future doctors, congressmen, judges, cops, tech help, and contractors. Don't let them be stupid asses. Teach them some common sense.

Speaking of socially acceptable behavior and dress code,  if you are wearing almost nothing, or showing off your boobs, legs, ass and or crotch, it is a given that you want people to look at 'what you got'. then you get pissed off when you notice someone staring at the trashy tramp stamp, and call them a pervert because they were wondering what the tattoo across your tits says. If you don't want people to stare at you, read your tattoos, or ask you how much for a sexual favor, cover your body. You may think you are gods gift to men, but you aren't. If you are a whore, then by all means, feel free to hold up a sign with your prices on it, so then at least we know what you do for a living while you stare at various vegetables in the supermarket. Don't get pissed off that someone is looking at your girlfriend and drooling. Its a complement bro. if shes hot, you , know, she knows, and the many men glancing at her know it. Remember one thing- shes with you. Not that old fart trying to sneak a peek down her shirt. Unless she holding a cucumber while smiling. Then you have competition homie.

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