Crazy People in Spiderman Beanies
(tonight's post will be accompanied by the beautiful De Regenboog Calva Reserva)
Anger. You see it on display everywhere especially during the holiday season. I guess the stress of the overall busyness of this time of year can get to people and they crack. Take today for example. Wawa. Wayne, PA. 1:15pm. There's a tasty turkey hoagie being toasted for JP when all the sudden some dude in a spiderman beanie approaches the counter hastily with a partially wrapped hoagie in his hand. He aggressively started berating this poor women behind the counter (i set the age line at 74. Probably an over). The jist of the situation was that the tape holding the wrapping paper around the hoagie wasn't properly attached, resulting in the hoagie nearly tumbling from the paper.
This guy started pacing in front of me while the Wawa staff was doing their best to re-wrap the hoagie. It was like he was psyching himself up for a UFC match. Pacing back and forth, staring at the ground, taking deep breaths and talking to himself. He looked at me and muttered 'I hate this F-ing place.' I staved off laughing in his face for fear of getting mauled. The hoagie finally re-wrapped, he reached over the counter and ripped it out of the Depends-wearing employee's hands before she had a chance to hand it to him.
Enter Ms. Trunchbull (Matilda for all you Roald Dahl fans). I think she was a mid-level manager or something. Whatever she was, she refused to take any of this character's guff. She immediately demanded an apology. At this point the miscreant (now halfway to the door) stormed back toward Trunchbull, yelling out obscenities and derogatory names.
This went on for about ten seconds until Trunchbull needed to be restrained by three other Wawa employees. Patrons were left slack-jawed. I stifled a laugh and just stared at the ground as I was the only one who knew the genesis of the confrontation and the total ridiculousness of it all.
So what is the result of this? I'm guessing the two people had their entire day ruined due to anger. In fact, they probably complained about the situation to their friends or significant other thus subjecting innocent parties to their emotional distress.
Some have pointed out that I'm angry. Well, I don't think I'm really angry. You have to care to be angry. I am negative, though. So in light of today's incident I'm going to change my negative habits. For instance, I could have used this post as a venue in which to complain about the highly questionable song selections by Dr Ron Matthews, conductor of last night's very disappointing COS Christmas concert. Or about how one of my Calva Reservas lost its carbonation due to a crack in the bottle and caused me to curse my not-even-born-yet-firstborn (under my breath so it was okay). Or even how my toasted Wawa hoagie did not include the extra meat and cheese I ordered.
No, this is the new JP. The next time you see me you'll surely notice my oozing positivity.
Christina and I just got back from an opening night viewing of Blood Diamond. Wow, pretty powerful stuff. Contrary to what some talking head said on the radio today, this film was not overtly political other than displaying (gruesomely, I must say) how civil wars in African countries continue to rage in part due to one of the continent's most valuable exports. And no, it's not all the white man's fault. If it wasn't diamonds, it'd be something else to stir a cause to revolution. A very well constructed film in a Schindler's List kinda way. By the way, it did NOT make me look forward to our South Africa trip, what with the slaying of thousands of innocent people and all.
This weekend is the only weekend over the next six in which we'll have a chance to relax. I plan on finally finishing my bathroom, a job that started on July 22nd. Suck it, Bob Vila.
Anger. You see it on display everywhere especially during the holiday season. I guess the stress of the overall busyness of this time of year can get to people and they crack. Take today for example. Wawa. Wayne, PA. 1:15pm. There's a tasty turkey hoagie being toasted for JP when all the sudden some dude in a spiderman beanie approaches the counter hastily with a partially wrapped hoagie in his hand. He aggressively started berating this poor women behind the counter (i set the age line at 74. Probably an over). The jist of the situation was that the tape holding the wrapping paper around the hoagie wasn't properly attached, resulting in the hoagie nearly tumbling from the paper.
This guy started pacing in front of me while the Wawa staff was doing their best to re-wrap the hoagie. It was like he was psyching himself up for a UFC match. Pacing back and forth, staring at the ground, taking deep breaths and talking to himself. He looked at me and muttered 'I hate this F-ing place.' I staved off laughing in his face for fear of getting mauled. The hoagie finally re-wrapped, he reached over the counter and ripped it out of the Depends-wearing employee's hands before she had a chance to hand it to him.
Enter Ms. Trunchbull (Matilda for all you Roald Dahl fans). I think she was a mid-level manager or something. Whatever she was, she refused to take any of this character's guff. She immediately demanded an apology. At this point the miscreant (now halfway to the door) stormed back toward Trunchbull, yelling out obscenities and derogatory names.
This went on for about ten seconds until Trunchbull needed to be restrained by three other Wawa employees. Patrons were left slack-jawed. I stifled a laugh and just stared at the ground as I was the only one who knew the genesis of the confrontation and the total ridiculousness of it all.
So what is the result of this? I'm guessing the two people had their entire day ruined due to anger. In fact, they probably complained about the situation to their friends or significant other thus subjecting innocent parties to their emotional distress.
Some have pointed out that I'm angry. Well, I don't think I'm really angry. You have to care to be angry. I am negative, though. So in light of today's incident I'm going to change my negative habits. For instance, I could have used this post as a venue in which to complain about the highly questionable song selections by Dr Ron Matthews, conductor of last night's very disappointing COS Christmas concert. Or about how one of my Calva Reservas lost its carbonation due to a crack in the bottle and caused me to curse my not-even-born-yet-firstborn (under my breath so it was okay). Or even how my toasted Wawa hoagie did not include the extra meat and cheese I ordered.
No, this is the new JP. The next time you see me you'll surely notice my oozing positivity.
Christina and I just got back from an opening night viewing of Blood Diamond. Wow, pretty powerful stuff. Contrary to what some talking head said on the radio today, this film was not overtly political other than displaying (gruesomely, I must say) how civil wars in African countries continue to rage in part due to one of the continent's most valuable exports. And no, it's not all the white man's fault. If it wasn't diamonds, it'd be something else to stir a cause to revolution. A very well constructed film in a Schindler's List kinda way. By the way, it did NOT make me look forward to our South Africa trip, what with the slaying of thousands of innocent people and all.
This weekend is the only weekend over the next six in which we'll have a chance to relax. I plan on finally finishing my bathroom, a job that started on July 22nd. Suck it, Bob Vila.
posted by JP at 6:49 PM
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