Why I Fucking Hate People

I was already kind of annoyed by the fact that I had to go to work today. Like Aaron said, it's quite difficult to concentrate. But the attitudes of many of the customers that I was forced to be nice to threatened to overwhelm me at times.

While I was worrying whether or not my friend in Ramona was okay, a woman angrily shoved her drink in my face. "There's no whipped cream," she snipped. Ordinarily, I would take her drink and say something like, "I'm sorry. I was not aware that you wanted whipped cream, but it's no problem to put some on there for you." Today however, the conversation was slightly different.

"You're right," I said, "Caramel Macchiatos don't come with whipped cream. If you wanted whipped cream, perhaps you should have asked for it." Yes, folks. That is not an example of legendary service, and I don't fucking care. The whole goddamn county's on fire and this dumb cunt is complaining about something that's not on her drink, that's not even supposed to be on her drink.

The night was full of wonderfully pathetic people pretending that nothing was wrong. It was fun to imagine the screams of terror emanating from the mouths of these stupid sheep when they found out that there was a fire next to their ugly houses. But as long as it was only other people crying and dying, they didn't have to worry about it.

The highlight of the evening, however, came when I was not there (I was at lunch). And I'm actually quite glad that I was not there. Apparently some asshole came into the store and told my shift supervisor that he was very angry because two of the stores he went to in RB were closed. The shift tried to explain to him that the fires that had raged through neighboring communities only just yesterday were probably drastically affecting many of the people that worked at those stores. He explained that this was not an acceptable reason to close down a coffee shop. His brilliant solution to the problem, as the shift told me, was to "fly people down from Washington." This "solution" baffled me, and so I asked the shift supervisor what she thought he meant. She too was as confused as I, and so we tried to rationalize this man's thought process:

Okay, so we somehow find some people in Washington that don't mind entering a disaster area to work at a coffee shop. We pay for them to fly down. We pay for them to stay in a hotel. We pay for them to work, and we pay them even more to work since they are toiling in hazardous conditions. Then we pay to fly them back to their homes in Washington. What the fuck...are people really this stupid.

As I already mentioned, I am glad that I was not there. Had I been there it would have been rather difficult not to shout: "Hey dipshit! Have you looked around you lately? Have you noticed the brown air that you're breathing? Have you seen the scorched earth throughout San Diego County? Have you heard about the 200,000+ acres that have burned? Have you heard about the 600+ homeless families? Are you the stupidest man alive? Did you know that you could go to 7-11 for coffee? Are you intelligent enough to operate a coffee machine? Perhaps you just weren't aware that, nowadays, we can make coffee in our very own homes. That is, those of us who have homes. So why don't you take your dumb ass the fuck out of here before I light you on fire and call the local news station."

Meeting people like that truly makes me think that, if a large percentage of the world died and evaporated, the rest of us could have a happy little time on this planet.