Food for thought

Most people suck. That's just the way life is. For the most part, I've accepted that. But every now and then...usually when I'm not expecting it, someone surprises me and I realize that there just may be hope for mankind. It doesn't happen often enough. And trust me, no one is more surprised than I am when it does happen.

Imagine this...a 19 year old girl. Seven months pregnant. Still waiting tables to make ends meet. A couple comes in to get a bite to eat. Their bill comes to just over $26. When it's time to go, they leave ten $100 bills on the table with a note that says "Keep the change! Have a great day!"

Of course, the 19 year old waitress thinks it's too good to be true. It has to be a joke. But no. Her boss got a call the next day. Turns out the woman that left the tip was a 28 year old widow who has been going thru an obviously difficult time since her husband passed away last year. She didn't need the money and figured helping someone would make her feel better.

Amazing, isn't it? That one random act of kindness made the waitress feel good, the woman that left the tip feel good and it made me feel good to hear about it. One little random act of kindness. Worth thinking about, isn't it??

Truth in advertising

Has anyone see this "Townhouse with Groom" story??

www.townhousewithgroom.com

What the hell is up with that?? OK...I'll give the guy a few points for creativity but honestly, the only word that comes to mind is....LOSER! (Actually, being from NH, that would be LOSAH!) Sure, his line of work is admirable. Can't bitch about a guy finding lost kids. Maybe I'm just being overly critical. That's been known to happen before, I won't deny it. But he's been "too busy" finding kids to look for a wife? Let's break down one he's looking for...

This is the quote from the website:

"My future bride ideally will be between the ages of 35-55, is humble, flexible, well spoken of, is an encourager, has a servant’s heart, takes pride in her appearance and one who fears the Lord."

OK...let's start at the end. He wants a woman that fears God. Logical enough. The Big Cheese has a lot of power. Anyone with common sense fears God.

Next...35-55. Cool. He's in his mid-40s. Humble. OK - he doesn't want a chick that is stuck on herself. Flexible. Well, who doesn't want flexibility in a mate? But does he really want flexibility? Or does he want his own way? Here is where my problem starts...

"Well spoken of." Well spoken of? By whom, exactly? Sure, it's a good sign if the person you love is loved by others. But yanno what? My parents raised me to think for myself and not really give a damn about what others think. Well, most others, at least. Yeah, some people's opinions are important, but for the most part....pffft! Who cares?!

"An encourager, has a servant’s heart, takes pride in her appearance." Maybe I'm losing something in the translation, but that sounds to me like he wants a piece of arm candy that is willing to stroke his ego 24/7 and wait on him hand and foot.

And let's not forget that since the townhouse is selling for nearly $100K, he wants someone with some cash, too.

And since he comes with the sale of the townhouse...doesn't that kinda count as prostitution?

I believe in truth in advertising. Had I written his ad, it would read as follows...

"Willing to prostitute myself for the right woman. Middle-aged workaholic seeking pretty servant girl/wife with cash. Must be more concerned with what others think than what she thinks herself. Must be willing to boost my ego when I need it (which is constantly) and must be willing to toss aside what she wants in favor of what I want. Non-conformists need not apply."

Maybe I'm being a bit harsh on the guy...but GEEZ!

Lions and tigers and bears...Oh my!!!

So tonight is one of those nights. I'm in one of those moods. Sarcasm and attitude are sure to follow. Perhaps even some potty-mouth. I'm cranky, stressed and just plain annoyed with the majority of the world. There are two options available, dear reader. You can deal with it or stop reading. The decision is yours. Make it.

Still with me? Alrighty then...

From what I've read, (and bear in mind that I have an entire bookcase devoted to this sort of thing) the FBI estimates that at any given point in time, there are 30-50 serial killers loose in the United States. Scary thought, right? I won't deny it. But look at it this way: even if you go with the high end of the estimate, that still averages out to only 1 per state. The odds are quite good you'll never encounter one.

Compare this to the number of stupid people. How many of them have you run into? Sometimes it seems like I'm tripping over them. So many people just don't have the brains or common sense that God gave geese. The idiots are out there, folks. LOTS of them. We're seriously outnumbered. And worse than that - they're breeding!

Just think about this for a sec - you need a license to drive. You need a license to get married. You even need a license to have a dog. But you do NOT need a license to have children. I have no doubt one of them is behind the logic in that.

Wondering where this is coming from? I just read an article about two teenaged brothers from Ohio that are going to the state wrestling tournament. Their dad, a federally licensed animal trainer, apparently operates an animal rescue center. Naturally, they've been exposed to different wild animals as a result. Obviously, as with any sport or skill, you need to practice. Who have some of the sparring partners been? Hmmm...well, the older brother says that bears have "ridiculous" strength. Apparently, he also feels they are the most fun to wrestle with. The younger brother prefers to wrestle with young lions and tigers.

Yes, you heard me right. And no, I'm not making this up. I'm serious as a freakin' heart attack. But you know, it's all good, cuz dear ol' dad is "careful" about which animals they wrestle with. WHAT?! Careful?! You let your kids wrestle with wild animals so they can make it to the state tourney and you call that careful?! That's not careful. That, my friend, is what my dear ol' dad (may he rest in peace) would have called...and I quote...

Softer than a sneaker full of shit.