Greetings of the season

So, you know what the problem with most people is? They're dumb. Plain and simple. For instance: yesterday, my dad calls me to tell me that they are closing our road to put down new blacktop, so I might not want to come home for lunch. I was like, well obviously they aren't closing the entire road. That would be dumb! I was already not coming home for lunch, so when I come home at 4, I get to the end of the street and it is completely baricaded with street closed signs. Ok, no problem, I'll go to the other end. I go to the other end, where I promptly get caught behind a school bus, so that was fun, and I patiently and slowly drive back up toward the end of the street that has my neighborhood. My neighborhood is on a horseshoe shaped street, so both ends come out on the same road a block apart. I figure they probably blacktopped just past one end of my street and they would come back and do the other part later. But no. I get to the other end of the blacktopping, and they have closed off that end, too, completely blocking in my entire neighborhood. Somebody has thoughtfully shoved aside one of the blockades, so I drive right through, and when I get to my neighborhood, I see that they have set up cones blocking off both ends of my street, implying that nobody is aloud to leave my neighborhood until they have finished. (Some cones had also been moved aside, so I was able to go home.) So did they think that nobody would leave home OR come home until they reopened the place? And they didn't even forewarn us of this happening so that we could plan for it. Like I said: DUMB.

On a related note, here's what I hate about Christmas time: every dumb mother fucker who never leaves their house EVER suddenly feels the need to get out and about. The streets, which normally aren't that bad, are jammed with cars start to finish. (Some of whom are swerving about behind you trying like a crazy person to pass despite the fact that there are at LEAST 4000 cars lined up directly in front of you which are all stuck behind the 103 year old grandfather who's driving 25 miles per hour on the highway.) The parking lots of all the stores are full. The handicap spots are all taken cause of all the crypt-keeper aged relics that have decided to go buy all their grandchildren completely unwanted and inappropriate gifts. (My mom is handicapped, so this affects me.) People, instead of going and briefly perusing an aisle and picking out what they need, will go and stand in front of a display for half an hour, mouth agape as they try to decide if their husband/ coworker/ child/ wife/ boss/ cousin/ distant relation/ friend/ postal worker/ dog/ etc really would love a tin in the shape of a carton of milk filled with oreos, or if they would prefer a tin in the shape of a tin filled with chocolates, or then again, there's the plastic giant M&M character filled with M&M's! I mean jeez-louise, people! I understand being indecisive, but when there's people milling about me, I try to hurry, or at least take up as little room as possible. Seriously, folks, it's called common courtesy, look into it. Although, I can't imagine why it's called COMMON, it seems to be in short supply these days. So yeah. Merry Christmas!