$ I wish I had, but don't

If you owe me money, pay me. I'm sick of asking and my friends are sick of me bitching about it.

The Subway: Where Rudeness Rules

Please note: This is going to be a really really really really long piece. I will cover it in many posts until I stop blogging.

Last Friday, my friend Trevor & I were waiting at 51st street for the downtown 6 train. It took a really long time to come. In that time, the amount of people waiting increased dramatically. We were not all going to get on the next train. We were just relaxing, however, patiently waiting against the wall, we were not getting on the train, no way we could get in front of all those people standing in front of us that had just FUCKING got there. But whatever. So the train pulled into the station. The crowded in front of the doors before they opened giving barely enough room to even turn sideways and get through everyone to exit the train. No room for those standing at the door to get off the train so that they could let others off as well. Anyway, they all pushed through as several of us(in our vicinity it looked like 4 of us) just waited patiently. We knew we weren't getting on that train. Anyway, that train pulled away. 2 minutes later another train came. I just leaned against the poll in the station figuring another train would come soon and I wasn't getting into pushing matches with a bunch of douche bags so that I could not have any personal space whatsoever. Trevor tried to get on anyway, while the 2 other people just stood there patiently listening to me make comments about who rude everyone was being. I got chuckles. Good times. Trevor backed off. Train pulled away, few of us were left. Another train pulled in like 30 seconds later, we all got on. First thing we hear is three people having a conversation about personal space. Wasn't sure if they were being serious, but I was laughing as were others. I believe they were mocking someone that was being annoying just before we got on the train. They continued with that conversation. It was basically the only conversation going on and the rest of the train was dead silent. Trevor & I continued our people being rude conversation and we got chuckles as well. It was as if we were surrounded by nice people.

That's all for now, but I will really get into each and every different annoying thing that occurs on the subway every FUCKING day. I touched on a few things thus far, but not in depth. That will be way too long for today.

My First Time: A Genesee Cream Ale Story

The date was May 1, 2003. The last big bash at 81 Linden.

It was a suckie time for me. But luckily my good friend booze was there for me. One of our young ins, we'll call him Sam had a problem. He wanted to hook up with this girl, but he had a problem. She had a friend with her, let's call her Laura (and to clarify, YOU DO NOT KNOW WHO I'M TALKING ABOUT!) and unless her friend got hooked up, Sam was out of luck with his girl. He searched the house, pointing several guys out to his girl. She just shook her head. He was running out of options. Then he pointed to me, she told him "[works for me, it will work for Laura]." I was approached by Sam, I was game for this. It'd been a pretty shitty week. And the party was wrapping up at this point. Laura and I got along right away. We started making out in the room (no one else was in the room at this point besides Sam and the girl he was with. Suddenly, two people, we'll call them James and Eric entered the room with 30 racks of Genesee Cream Ale. I was tapped on the shoulder and handed a beer. We stopped Kissing, I cracked that sucker open and took a big sip, she the took the can out of my hand and took a big sip as well. We then continued to make out.

I don't know if Genesee Cream Ale is really all that good, but every time I see it, I gotta have it. Tastes great to me and who knows, maybe it really is just that awesome.

Erica Note Of Positivity

We walked from 36th & Madison last night all the way to Lamb & Rice aka Chicken & Rice. It wasn't their best, but it was still damn good.

53rd and 6th Avenue for a good time. AND YOU WANT WHITE & HOT SAUCE

Erica Note Of Positivity

Saw a cute girl on the subway this morning. Angela shook her head and gave the "really" face. Good thing I don't care for her opinion on the matter. Especially since I need a positive note for the day. Almost talked to her, but not really, she was on the phone and then she moved to lean against the opposite door. I think she wanted an excuse to check me out. There's always tomorrow morning. Not like I get my car back anytime soon.

Self Check out

Self check out machines can suck, not necessarily because they fuck up almost every time I use one, but because some people who don't know how to use self check out (which is just dumb), they ask the employee working the self checkouts, to actually scan there fucking shit for them. NO!!! If you require assistance go to a regular checkout isle. You wouldn't believe how often this shit happens. Usually it's an older person or someone who doesn't speak English. I don't give a shit, you're on the wrong fucking line. This line is for peoples convenience so they can get the fuck out of the store quickly. And when one of these fuckers has the checkout lady scan there items, she can't help the rest of us with the inevitable "please wait for assistance" crap. And what's further annoying about these machines, if you try to double bag your stuff (ding), it fucks up the machine. So don't touch your shit once you put it in the bag(ding) until your payment is complete. More on "ding" later.

My Spelling

My spelling sucks. My grammar sucks. You know what the fuck I meant to say. Get over it cause I don't care.

TAKE YOUR WALLET OUT BEFORE OR WHILE YOUR BEING CHECKED OUT ASSHOLE, LETS SPEED THIS SHIT UP ALREADY

Seriously, you know you're going to have to pay for the fucking item. Stop holding up the line while you sift through your purse looking for your wallet. And of course the people who do this always pay with change too. And if you forget something in the store, sucks for you. Pay for the shit you have now and then go back and find it. Don't be an asshole.

MORAL OF THE BLOG & MOST OF MY BLOGS... DON'T BE AN ASSHOLE!!!

Credit Card Signatures

Okay, who's brainiac idea was it to have people sign the back of a credit card as proof it's there card? Once recently, the woman told me the card wasn't signed and I would have to sign it before I could use it. Okay, so I signed it (since then the signature has disappeared as per usual) and then I swiped my card. No, you don't need to see my ID. REALLY, REALLY, JUST THE FACT I SIGNED THIS CARD IN FRONT OF YOU IS ENOUGH PROOF THAT ITS MINE? REALLY!!! Okay, no. First off you really think all these cashiers out there can compare signatures to what you just signed and the back of your card even if it's legible? The majority of people just look to see if it's signed and some actually ask to see ID. Those are the Fuckers I like. My wallet is already out, yes, I'd love for you to take my ID look at me, look at the picture make sure the name matches the name on the card. Done, that's simple. BUT NO, we still are a bunch of morons not really solving the problems. America loves problems like these, it creates more jobs.

An this leads to my other complaint...next up TAKE YOUR WALLET OUT BEFORE OR WHILE YOUR BEING CHECKED OUT ASSHOLE, LETS SPEED THIS SHIT UP ALREADY

Erica Note Of Positivity

Employees at clothing stores(not department stores) are actually pretty damn nice. And that's hard to believe considering all day long they are folding cloths that we just messed up.

The All New Erica Note Of Positivity For The Day (TANENOPFTD for short)

I saw some cute girls on the subway yesterday.

Happened again this morning.

I should cherish these moments as eventually, I'll have my car back. Baring any setbacks in the auto industry. Oh wait.

on a scale of 1-10

You know what I hate? When doctors ask you "on a scale of 1-10, 10 being the worst pain, where would you say your pain is today?" Really??? I don't know, it fucking hurts a lot. "Well, compared to say last week? more. "would you say that's a 7?" WHo the FUCK came up with this stupid pain rating system? It FUCKING hurts, shouldn't you be able to translate that into a number? Or maybe you can just say FUCK the number. Wait, is this an insurance company requirement?

Here's my system:

doesn't hurt
hurt's a little
hurts a lot
this fucking sucks
this sucks a bit more than fucking sucks

And honestly, do you really need the numbers 1-5 in this. Who's the bitch that goes to the doctor for that little pain?

TO REALLY PISS ME OFF

"What you should've said was..."



No, get off your high horse and pretend I said it the way you wanted me to say it and let's move on.

on swear words

I curse a lot. Deal with it.

This is not a bank

Seriously, the door to my office says pull, stop being morons and pull, don't push. Also, my office is not the bank. There is a goddamn sign next to the door to my office that says "Bank," it has an arrow pointing down the hallway. nuff said. Oh and while I'm at it, when walking out of the office, the door says push, not pull you fucking moron!

This is me...

I'm difficult. Not difficult to be difficult. Deal with it or shut the fuck up!!!