I dread the day my mechanic retires. He runs his shop in an old hole-in-the-wall former gas station and I’ve been going to him for about 23 years. I’m afraid I’ll end up having to eventually deal with what you just described. Ugh.
It's been going on as long as I remember. For any oldfags who remember the space shuttle explosion in the late 80s, I still remember the press asking President Reagan dumbass questions after his speech - one of them being what First Lady Nancy thought about the explosion. Did they think the President might say, "She said, 'Good, it deserved to blow up,'" or something equally ridiculous? The press has a tendency to ask the worst questions at the wrong times and they almost never ask the questions that deserve to be raised. And it's only gotten worse over time when the old-school journalists that took some sort of pride in their work retired and got replaced by this generation's shit-tier journalists.
Medical offices that fall behind schedule as the day progresses or have inexplicable waiting times between different parts of the visit are my gear-grinding medical moments. I'm expected to arrive early to check in and fill out forms; communicating to me any sort of known extended delay in the appointment seems equally reasonable.
My educated guess is that the fees for disposing the oil properly have increased over time and this in turn drives up the cost of the oil changes. I still remember when the so-called "environmental fee" was only $1 and oil changes were in the $20-$30 range depending on the place. Now, the going rate is in the $40-50 range. Worse is labor rates which have gone up nearly 30% in my part Kiwi Land since COVID hit. For a small repair job, the labor can far exceed the marked-up part cost.
Drunks in general. You have no self control to where you let a beverage take you out of your element.
I think in that same vein, people who aren't that close to you, but still use you as their personal diary - or therapist. I get friends doing that but random ass strangers just make me uncomfortable. It's sort of weird when it's someone older than you.
In addition to the above, you made me think of this guy, I've met like...three times, ranting and raving to me about how women are all WHORES and need to lower their standards because only a minority of men are 1000/10 Chad alpha males making fifty thousand bucks a month and that single mothers are WHORES who can't keep a stable relationship and that's why they are single moms and they are no doubt WHORES who probably fuck bunch of men and have kids with all of them. And they are hypocritical WHORES who are ugly but only want hot men. WHORES.
I get away from them fast as possible. Don't know what it's about me but I always attract those types and I get subjected to a thirty minute lecture. Worse are the ones who want to be my therapist and want to know every little thing about myself when all I said was "I'm fine, thank you"
Ew those people are actually worse. Like who the fuck do you think you are?
I was working retail and was finally just chilling out after a busy peroid. It was a lot of running around and tons of multitasking. I was just clearing errors on self checkouts minding my own business and relaxing, this guy goes "MAN, YOU LOOK LIKE YOU HATE YOUR LIFE HUH?" and started doing that therapist shit, I just said "You a mind reader or something, buddy?" He got so pissed off and left. I can't stand that shit, like people cannot handle neutral resting expressions.
