Apparently this person is afraid pollen levels are so high they’ll clog up the dozens of other open spots on this street. I disagree with this behavior in the winter, but in the spring it’s outright sociopathic.
The city of Boston is supposed to pick up this garbage 48 hours after a snowstorm, so maybe they’re just running a little behind. By about 1,656 hours.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to put on my old man pants and shake my fist at some other things that make me angry.
For years, my detractors have been spreading the scurrilous rumor that I subsist solely on coffee, beer, and burritos. I didn’t want to dignify that absurd lie with a response, but my hand has been forced.
I hope this settles the debate so I can move on to the serious business of drawing a fart cloud that has testicles for some reason.
I’m sure I have “Sidewalk Rage,” if that’s even a thing, but why do slow-walkers get a pass from that fuckin’ article? The disabled and anyone with a kid who can no longer fit in a bjorn have obvious excuses, and I’ll make exceptions for tourists when I make the dumb decision to visit a touristy part of town (Fenway, and that’s about it.), but a regular ol’ adult who walks slowly just to smell the fuckin’ roses? Fuck that selfish asshole.
The best advice comes at the very end of the article:
Most people tend to look down as they walk. That’s a mistake, says Mehdi Moussaid, a cognitive scientist at the University of Toulouse who models walkers’ behavior on public sidewalks and was an author of the PLoS One study. Some of his advice: Look up and take a wide-angle view to catch openings and slip through.
Cool tip, scientist. I think you’ve been watching too much Arrested Development.
On a serious note, unless you’re in New York City, there isn’t enough sidewalk space in cities to accommodate everyone, hence the anger. And as mad as I get at sidewalk slowpokes, it’s nothing compared to the shitheads from the suburbs who demand multiple lanes and on-street parking that cut into my precious sidewalk real estate.
It’s been a while since I gave a shout-out to the Animal Protection Center of Southeastern Massachusetts (APCSM). That’s where we adopted this little kitten over the holidays. I was pushing to name her Hoagie, but sanity (my better half) prevailed, and now her name is Greta. So “Hoagie” is still on the table if we ever have kids. (It’s not unprecedented!)
They received a lot of cats, kittens, and dogs this week and hope to find homes for all of them over the weekend. So if there’s a pet-shaped-hole in your home, go to Brockton and fill it!
If you’re not in the market for adopting an anipal, please consider kicking a few bucks to the shelter if you can, either by donating directly, or attending one of their fundraisers.
I promise not to cat-blog often, unless Greta does something I can exploit for viral pageviews, like showing off her record spinning skills this morning.
