I'd like to consider myself a handsome fellow, at least in my girlfriends eyes. I get the boy girl ratio. For the longest while I didn't get it. I'd take a trip to the mall, and all these ugly guys would have supermodel looking girlfriends (and most of them were shallow, I'll bet) and it made no sense to me at all. In a word, frustrating.
Now my girl is a ton better looking than me, and that just adds to me trying to lose weight, clear up my skin, and such, so I look good with her.
Onto my peeves:
The average Wal*Mart parent. Now I don't mean the smart ones who keep their kids in the cart, or on a kiddie leash, or actually have raised their children to respect and fear other shoppers. No, I am speaking in fact, about the ones who let their little ***** go into the toy or electronic isles, to entertain themselves while the parents shop.
I've almost been hit by a 3 or 4 year old child each time I've gone to Wal*Mart. I can't peer into the display case because a pack of 8 kids is surrounding the nintendo DS floor model fighting over who gets to play it, with no supervising adult in sight.
Raise your kid right. If I did that bull when I was a kid, I'd have had my ass handed to me on a plate. All they usually get is a "C'mon Ty, mommy is done shopping. Let's go catch the bus." God forbid you say somthing about it too the parent, too...thats a whole seperate rant.
Kevin
