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I went into a local hardware store to buy four feet of chain. The young employee who assisted me paused and asked me, “uh, how many inches are there in a foot?” WTF! Shocked and wide-mouthed, I figured he must have been pulling my chain…nope! (Well, sort of…) So, not to judge, I retained my composure and politely said, “um, 12 inches.” He then started to measure a 12-inch length on the 48-inch ruler attached to the the shelf! WTF round two! After recovering from my face palm, I said, “just pull it out to the 48-inch mark…no sense doing that four times!” WTF KID! You must be part of Generation F, because the future is clearly fucked! —G. Rant
Students heading home, just leave your trash, couches and other furniture anywhere you wish. Do not worry, someone else will clean it up. It will be all nice and clean for your return in the fall. So much for eco-friendly youth…you friggin' slobs. —JOFA
...who don't seem to have been taught this stuff by their parents, teachers, etc. f it's an all-gender public washroom, a CLOSED DOOR means that someone is on the other side of it. Ipso fatso, you DO NOT rip said door off its hinges, breaking the lock mechanism, trying to get the door to open, nor do you batter the door in with your shoulder, catching that someone with their pants down and scaring the hell out of them. YOU KNOCK and wait long seconds for an answer. Finally, when it's YOUR turn and you're finished doin' your business, DO NOT CLOSE THE DOOR when you exit this public washroom; leave the door ajar so that other patrons know it's available. —Am I Going Too Fast For You
The mindless masses have returned. The students have returned and they're as self-absorbed as always. I was at a bus stop, five of us waiting and the last person to arrive was a millennial. He promptly walks up to be first on the bus! No excuses, just rude. then I was going into a bank, two people ahead of me,when the blonde texting zombie decides to stop in her tracks to read a text message. Imagine, blonde and a millennial and texting. I have to feel sorry for someone that is so codependent!! Really sad that she isn't able to go to a bank on her own. I see Independence as a measure of maturity. But how can you grow up when you don't own your own mind! —I'll Stick To Online Shopping