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Okay, well, I lied. It wasn't a bazooka. It was a .38 caliber handgun.
And, hey...I might exaggerate a title to get people to log on and read the blog. But it's worse what they do on TV. In the Union-Tribune, these two stories each were two paragraphs long. That's it. The same stories on the news programs, took up so much more time then bigger news events of the day.
The first was in Philly (you know, the place that booed Santa Claus at a sporting event). A man threw his popcorn on a family in front of him that wouldn't stop talking. And, he shot the man in the arm.
The 29-year-old was arrested, and the first thing I thought of was how when something happens in the news, like this story locally about an office that had thousands of toys for poor kids. A flood caused most of them to be damaged, and San Diegans stepped up and donated stuff to cover the damaged goods. It was so heartwarming.
Well, does it make me a jerk if I want to rally some folks to send money for this guys defense? I mean, he's going to lose. But, I'd love the police that are questions the victim, to ask "Is there a reason why you didn't shut up after the guy asked you to?"
I'm not saying he deserved to be shot, but somebody needs to tell me how to handle talkers in theatres. I saw Four Christmas in Mission Valley, and seven adults behind me where kicking the chair of me and my girlfriend. She wanted to move. I figured they were just settling in. Then, after the second time of them talking I turned around and said, "Come on guys, a little quieter." They looked at me like I was insane. But were quiet for a few minutes. Then they talked again, and we moved.
Getting the usher wouldn't have done anything, but I have to admit...if I had a gun, I would've considered whipping it out.
The day before, when my sister was still in town, the family went to see The Curious Case of Benjamin Buttons. There were four teenagers in front of us, and they wouldn't shut up. I told them to be quiet once, and they were for about 30 minutes.
I gave them a bit more slack because they were young and it was a long movie. But I'm going to start throwing soda on people. Seriously. I have no other choice but to take it to that level.
I'm not stupid, though. I'm going to act like it's an accident.
And, speaking of accidents...(said in my best Seinfeld voice): What's with old people? They stuff money into weird places. And they always return everything.
In Irvine, a lady foudn $10,000 in a box of sour cream and onion crackers. Now me...I'd assume it was the coolest contest in product history. Instead, she returned the money to the Whole Foods store, where a woman an elder lady was hysterical because she brought the wrong box and it had her life savings.
I have so many questions with this I don't know where to start.
First, what the hell was the old lady taking back the crackers for? If you tasted one and it was funky, okay. If you brought the wrong box...well, so what? Eat 'em or give them to a neighbor. Don't bother taking something back.
Second, when a product is taken back, is this what the store does? They just restock it, without checking to see if a Charles Manson type put a razor blade in it. Or a dumb old lady put her teeth, glasses, or life savings in it?!?!?!
Instead, this will just be some feel good story, and nobody will bring up these questions.
Okay, well, I lied. It wasn't a bazooka. It was a .38 caliber handgun.
And, hey...I might exaggerate a title to get people to log on and read the blog. But it's worse what they do on TV. In the Union-Tribune, these two stories each were two paragraphs long. That's it. The same stories on the news programs, took up so much more time then bigger news events of the day.
The first was in Philly (you know, the place that booed Santa Claus at a sporting event). A man threw his popcorn on a family in front of him that wouldn't stop talking. And, he shot the man in the arm.
The 29-year-old was arrested, and the first thing I thought of was how when something happens in the news, like this story locally about an office that had thousands of toys for poor kids. A flood caused most of them to be damaged, and San Diegans stepped up and donated stuff to cover the damaged goods. It was so heartwarming.
Well, does it make me a jerk if I want to rally some folks to send money for this guys defense? I mean, he's going to lose. But, I'd love the police that are questions the victim, to ask "Is there a reason why you didn't shut up after the guy asked you to?"
I'm not saying he deserved to be shot, but somebody needs to tell me how to handle talkers in theatres. I saw Four Christmas in Mission Valley, and seven adults behind me where kicking the chair of me and my girlfriend. She wanted to move. I figured they were just settling in. Then, after the second time of them talking I turned around and said, "Come on guys, a little quieter." They looked at me like I was insane. But were quiet for a few minutes. Then they talked again, and we moved.
Getting the usher wouldn't have done anything, but I have to admit...if I had a gun, I would've considered whipping it out.
The day before, when my sister was still in town, the family went to see The Curious Case of Benjamin Buttons. There were four teenagers in front of us, and they wouldn't shut up. I told them to be quiet once, and they were for about 30 minutes.
I gave them a bit more slack because they were young and it was a long movie. But I'm going to start throwing soda on people. Seriously. I have no other choice but to take it to that level.
I'm not stupid, though. I'm going to act like it's an accident.
And, speaking of accidents...(said in my best Seinfeld voice): What's with old people? They stuff money into weird places. And they always return everything.
In Irvine, a lady foudn $10,000 in a box of sour cream and onion crackers. Now me...I'd assume it was the coolest contest in product history. Instead, she returned the money to the Whole Foods store, where a woman an elder lady was hysterical because she brought the wrong box and it had her life savings.
I have so many questions with this I don't know where to start.
First, what the hell was the old lady taking back the crackers for? If you tasted one and it was funky, okay. If you brought the wrong box...well, so what? Eat 'em or give them to a neighbor. Don't bother taking something back.
Second, when a product is taken back, is this what the store does? They just restock it, without checking to see if a Charles Manson type put a razor blade in it. Or a dumb old lady put her teeth, glasses, or life savings in it?!?!?!
Instead, this will just be some feel good story, and nobody will bring up these questions.