3 posts tagged “stupid people”

A few things that happened to me at work today:

Creepy-Weirdo-Guy came by to say hi.  By which I mean he showed up and stared at my chest.  It's extremely uncomfortable and I hope that he gets hit by a bus.  At least he was actually picking up a prescription this time, and not just dropping by for an eyeful.  I'm working up the nerve to say something to him about it, but in the meantime Edessa and Lidia have strict instructions... if he shows up they are supposed to LOUDLY tell me that my very possessive weight-lifter boyfriend is calling me from his anger management support group.  Or something like that.

Someone told me they needed some Aleve-D... which contains pseudoephedrine... so you have to produce identification and sign for it.  Thank you, Bush administration, for keeping our streets free of sudafed and full of guns.  Patriot Act, yay!  But I digress... while I'm having this customer fill out the necessary paperwork, they inform me "did you know you can't get this over the counter anymore and you have to sign for it?"  No fucking way.  Is THAT why I have a logbook and you have to be certified to sell it?  Is that why you're signing my little book *right now*??  People are stupid.  So stupid, in fact, that it boggles my mind how this stuff gets turned into meth.

I got rude with a cop.  In fairness to me, he started it.  There's an ongoing criminal investigation of a particular physician and Detective Head-Up-His-Ass needs copies of some prescriptions.  He called yesterday before I got there, and apparently made Lidia really uncomfortable because she told him she had to check with our corporate office before doing anything.  I told her that if he called again, get his number and I'd call him back (for being an insecure bundle of nerves, I'm the bravest one there sometimes).  He called today and was being mean to Edessa, so she put him on hold and I picked up the phone.  I explained to him very nicely that my corporate office wanted me to get a written request before I could release any prescription records.  He then started to tell me that if I wouldn't give him the prescriptions IMMEDIATELY then I was violating Florida law and could get in a LOT of trouble.  He started reciting the particular Florida statute, to which I interrupted... "I beg your pardon, are you trying to intimidate me?"  Immediate backpedaling and suddenly he wants to play nice.  I reminded him that just because he called didn't mean I knew he was an investigator... can I get a badge or something?  k thanks...

Other than that we did basic work and ate cookies.

As I was typing the home phone rang... it's 11:30 so I figure maybe it's Emad (we have a breakfast date tomorrow) and pick up.  But no... it's someone looking for Thomas Kiser (Keyser? Kaiser? whatever).  I figure they maybe just got my number randomly out of the phone book, so... "Sorry, my last name is Kiser but I don't know anyone by that first name."

"Oh really?  That's your last name?  How's it spelled?"

"Well that's really none of your damn business, now is it?"

"My name is blahblahblah, but I spell my last name Keyser."

"Great.  Whoever you're looking for isn't here."  (click)

Sometimes... sometimes I wish I had a magic wand to just strike the stupid off the earth.  Or at least have a socially acceptable way of telling them exactly what I think.

Maybe a Taser would work.

Several weeks ago, Kenny and I got annual passes to the Jacksonville Zoo.  We're trying to get out of the house more, and we figure the zoo is a great way to do that... lots of relaxing walking, and it's fun to see the exhibits.  However... there is one problem with the zoo.  Some of the people visiting are complete and total morons.

It's almost like they become an extra exhibit for us to see!  Some examples:

At the bonobo exhibit, a little boy asked his father if the bonobos were intelligent.  The father snorted and said "no way!"  He then reconsidered and said "well, intelligent compared to what?"  The boy picked an elephant for comparison.  Dad replies "yeah, I guess they're smarter than an elephant... but you sure aren't gonna see one put a carburetor together!"

While overlooking the East African bongo enclosure, we were marveling at the gorgeous coloring and curvy horns on these animals.  Another patron was less impressed, simply leaning over to his kids and saying "wow, I bet they make some BIIIIIG dookie!"

We spent a long time watching the siamangs, who were eating and playing with hilarious exuberance.  It was a bright, sunny day, and an adult siamang was stretched out on the enclosure floor enjoying a nap in a bed of grass.  A mother was pointing to the playing primates when she noticed the siamang on the ground... she told her daughter "look sweetie, that one's taking a nap!"  Now, that's all well and good, but she apparently failed to notice that the siamang was a)breathing and b)periodically stretching, because almost immediately she started to get concerned... "at least, I hope he's taking a nap!  I hope he didn't fall off of those branches and die!"  She then ushered her child away with great haste, lest she notice the presumably expired animal.

It's really neat to watch the Western Lowland Gorilla; according to the zoo information there's 3 of them but I've never seen more than one out at a time.  The only downside is that their enclosure is *huge* and it can be really hard to get a good look.  Kenny and I found a small viewing area tucked away in a corner, and to our surprise the gorilla was only a few feet from the glass!  It was awesome to see him relaxing and eating.  But of course... Family Dumbass had to come and ruin it for us.  The kids ran in first, screaming and bouncing off the walls, followed shortly by their parents (who should have had their children on leashes).  For a brief moment I hoped the parents would tell their kids to shut up so that the gorilla wouldn't move away... but instead, the mother walked up and began pounding on the glass with her fist while holding a video camera in her other hand "Hey gorilla!! Look over here!!!"  The father began beating on his chest in an imitation of a bad King Kong movie... the gorilla moved away in disgust.  So did we.

I'll admit, not all of the zoo visitors are horrible people.  But for every person reading the information boards to their kids and being respectful of the animals, it seems like there's 100 other people who squawk at the birds and yell at the bears to "do something."

And what's the deal with all the video cameras?  Rather than view the zoo through a small lens, why not walk around and enjoy it?  If you need a video of animals so damn badly, buy a DVD from the gift shop!  I guarantee that the people at National Geographic make far superior films to your own documentary of a walk through the zoo.

I hope we go back in a couple weekends.

Kenny and I went to Moe's last night for dinner, where we encountered RandomGuy.  I was wearing a sleeveless shirt, so the tattoo on each of my upper arms was visible.  The following exchange ensued:

RandomGuy: Excuse me, is that a RAT on your arm??!?!?

Me: Yup! [turns to show rat on other arm]

RandomGuy: Can I ask WHY?!? [said with horror]

Me: I like rats, they're sort of my totem animal.

RandomGuy: Again, can I ask WHY??!?!

Me: They're wonderful animals, I've kept them as pets and I really enjoy them.

RandomGuy: [shudder] I hate all rodents.  Did you know rats are responsible for the worst plague of history? [this was said with triumph, as though I would immediately run out and seek laser tattoo removal]

Me: Actually, it was fleas that spread the bubonic plague.

RandomGuy: [with the wind out of his sails] oh.... fleas? Are you sure?

Me: Yup.

RandomGuy walked away defeatedly... I just turned to Kenny and said "What a dumbass."

Now, I know that some people will want to argue and say that rats are still responsible since they were the critter that hosted the fleas, and I would be more than willing to entertain a philosophical debate over which creature bears the responsibility for the plague.  However, the point is that RandomGuy didn't even know what he was talking about.  He apparently thought that rats ran around biting people and infecting them with cooties.

In uterine news, I started my period.  Yay for not being pregnant, but boo on discomfort and bleeding.