I people watch. It's what I do. And I have been noticing downtown that a lot of businesspeople like to wear their employee badges clipped to their belt or belt loop. I have also noticed that if you work for the same company and DO NOT clip your badge to your belt, you are somehow not "as cool" as the ones who do.
Not being from this area and never really seeing this occur before it would seem this is mostly a "DC Thing" to do. And when I say it's a "DC Thing" to do, what I really mean is an "inadequate snobby elitist inferiority complex" thing to do.
This "Belt Loop Fad" is one of my most recent peeves. Especially since it's got to be high on the list of "Ways to Lose and/or Get Your Shit Stolen". Then next thing you know somehow a laptop full of social security numbers is missing because some reject who wanted to look cool for the office chicks had his badge lifted.
This follows closely with the "I judge you when you don't keep your Smartrip Card in a wallet with a clear exterior window pouch" attitude I find many Metro users to have. I know they think I'm a schmuck because I physically remove my Smartrip card from my wallet before I get to the kiosk. Of course, these are the same assholes who hold the line up as they slap their wallet haphazardly across the reader because their clear exterior pouch blocks the signal. I usually whiz past them and smirk. I may be a schmuck, but I'm getting on the train!
Fuckin' DC...
Friday, March 28, 2008
Pink Tissues
Ahh! My inaugural post and I picked a good one.
I've been sick this week. I'm not talking about a runny-nose-for-a-few-days sick, I'm talking about full blown fever, aches/pains, sore throat, hot/cold flashes, coughing up interesting colors, "Please God just let me die" kinda sick.
So I've been on the hunt for those little travel packets of tissues. You know, the ones in the little clear green plastic wrap and you can reseal and are awesome for the on-the-go sick ass? Apparently everyone's had a run on them and I've been forced to use napkins from various eating establishments. Needless to say, my nose has been torn up nicely and I was begging to find regular tissues. I found some at my internship. I was excited...until I realized one critical fact.
The tissues were pink.
Don't get me wrong. I am not a homophobe. I have several gay friends (well, 2) and wouldn't trade the world for them. I'm just part of that early childhood conditioning program where you were taught to not talk about your emotions or cry if you had a 6 inch gash down your leg or to like anything girly like "pink" or "flowers". So here I am: a chapped, runny nose plaguing my existence and my only salvation are pink tissues.
I'll cut right to the chase. I used the pink tissues. Loved them in fact. I just found it odd (and amusing) that I seriously had a conversation with myself about the consequences of using pink tissues as a manly man. I'd have to say that maybe I am one step closer to breaking down that early childhood conditioning. Maybe I'll go pick some flowers next. But they'll have to be manly, bug eatin' Venus Flytrap sorta flowers. Yeah!
I've been sick this week. I'm not talking about a runny-nose-for-a-few-days sick, I'm talking about full blown fever, aches/pains, sore throat, hot/cold flashes, coughing up interesting colors, "Please God just let me die" kinda sick.
So I've been on the hunt for those little travel packets of tissues. You know, the ones in the little clear green plastic wrap and you can reseal and are awesome for the on-the-go sick ass? Apparently everyone's had a run on them and I've been forced to use napkins from various eating establishments. Needless to say, my nose has been torn up nicely and I was begging to find regular tissues. I found some at my internship. I was excited...until I realized one critical fact.
The tissues were pink.
Don't get me wrong. I am not a homophobe. I have several gay friends (well, 2) and wouldn't trade the world for them. I'm just part of that early childhood conditioning program where you were taught to not talk about your emotions or cry if you had a 6 inch gash down your leg or to like anything girly like "pink" or "flowers". So here I am: a chapped, runny nose plaguing my existence and my only salvation are pink tissues.
I'll cut right to the chase. I used the pink tissues. Loved them in fact. I just found it odd (and amusing) that I seriously had a conversation with myself about the consequences of using pink tissues as a manly man. I'd have to say that maybe I am one step closer to breaking down that early childhood conditioning. Maybe I'll go pick some flowers next. But they'll have to be manly, bug eatin' Venus Flytrap sorta flowers. Yeah!
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