Posted by JenStar on September 23, 2005, at 18:29:30
In reply to Let's play things that I hate..., posted by spriggy on September 23, 2005, at 17:53:23
I hate when you're in the DMV for like the fourth time and there is a pretty decent wait, and the guy next to you -- in the neighboring cracked, warped bucket-shaped seat that surely saw its inception in 1971, is actually CLIPPING HIS TOENAILS RIGHT HERE, RIGHT HERE IN THE DMV.
And the toes of said toenails are thick and yellow and full of black hairs, and as he clips them, the toenail bits are flying around like crickets in a skittle in all directions. And you notice that he wasn't even wearing sandals (not that that would make it OK.) He's actually removed a lace-up shoe AND a sock to do this.
And then you look at him, like, how the HELL are you doing this here, and he completely avoids your look and continues to meticulously examine and clip, dirty yellow foot over faded jean clad knee. And then one of the clippies flies at YOU and your magazine and you are forced to leave your chair, wondering why you didn't do this sooner.
And nobody else notices or cares about this!
And as you stand a few feet away, you can still hear the sharp metallic "click! click! click!" of the cutters, and the "click, click, click" of the bits hitting the chair beside him. And although you realize that DMV workers are overworked and underpaid, surely SOMEONE must care that this man is clipping his nasty nails in here! --- But they don't...
JenStar
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