Case in point: the waste of carbon sitting behind me, and his running commentary when an overweight woman with luggage used the lift to debark. About how if he was the driver, he'd kick her in the ass, ha ha. How she didn't deserve to use the lift, much less live apparently because it was delaying his transit by a full two minutes. I wish I had a tape recorder, people always look at me with incomprehension when I tell them about times when similar things were said about me. Oh, of course it was pitched loud enough for her to hear, otherwise what's the point?
The woman with him had the grace to object, and when she told him he might be fat some day he said "not me! I'm 38 years old, and I have less than 2% body fat. People hate me."
I refrained from turning around and replying that people hated him because he was wasting oxygen and space they might need some day, or any variation on that theme. Mostly because I'm a coward than from any desire to keep the peace. What can you do? Not to mention this shining example is from my birth cohort. I am disgusted and furious.
Nothing like a little murderous rage to round out the day, yeup. I can't even console myself with the usual thought that it must suck to be him, to be that petty and rude, or even with the knowledge that even at thirty-eight he's got some metabolic surprises in his future. Bah.