The Uppity Bastard

Smug Life

a few things that annoy me:

1. I really enjoy the NBC show, The Office (who doesn’t?) Whenever the show happens to come up in conversation, there is always some smug bastard who interrupts with “Yeah but have you ever seen the British version, it is so much funnier.” Given, the British version was created first, and was the basis for the American version (and I have seen it, it is amusing) but is this interjection really fucking necessary? Am I really supposed to be impressed because Comcast happens to give you BBC for free with the rest of your basic cable channels? Does being European inherently make something better? (Well, in the case of wine, train travel, and pornography, yes.)

2. I understand it can be hard to trust strangers in certain situations, but this happened to me today and it was irritating: About a week ago I put an ad up on Craigslist to sell one of my Coachella tickets. Out of the large number of people who immediately responded, only one person followed up once I returned an email to discuss payment, etc. We had exchanged phone calls over the last few days trying to organize a meeting, and today while finalizing out situation, this buyer, who I shall hence refer to as “Idiot,” asks me about the tickets.

Idiot: “Are they hard tickets?”

Me: “Like, I said in the posting, No, I printed them out when I bought them. I assure you they are not fake. I just can’t make it to the Friday show and want to sell the ticket.”

Idiot: “How do I know you aren’t trying to rip me off?”

Me: “Well, I guess you’re going to have to trust me man. If you want I’ll give you my address so if anything shady happens with them you can feel free to come punch me in the face.”

Idiot: “Well Ok then, no problem.”

So, then an hour later, as I’m getting ready to go meet this dude he text messages me that he can’t take the risk and he no longer wants them. Now, like I said, I can sympathize with his skepticism, but come on. Aside from my generous face-punching offer, I told the guy he could meet me at my house to pick them up, which (in my reasoning) demonstrates that I’m not afraid of showing this guy where I live. If you were going to steal money from someone, would you want them to know how to find you? No.


that’s all for now.


March 5, 2008 - Posted by | rants | , , ,

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