I committed my first act of blatant, outright cruelty with my cell phone jammer this morning. I’m afraid I’m becoming drunk with all this power I have over the cell phone frequencies on my train. Perhaps the 60+ hour work weeks are getting to me. I’ve been a bit thin-skinned recently.
Apparently, the chatty young gentleman in front of me parked his car in the train lot but was unable to pay the parking fee because the meter didn’t take dollar bills and he had no coins. He was desperately trying to give his friend directions to where his car was parked so the money could be deposited. The meter police patrol the lot quite frequently, so it was only a matter of time until a summons was issued. It’s hard to convey which spot number your car is in (it was 62, by the way) when your phone keeps cutting out.
I don’t know why I didn’t just let him give out the pertinent information and then cut off his call if he started chatting about who was booted off American Idol. I’ve been working so much over the past few weeks that I’m not getting the proper amount of sleep and I’m a bit bitchy. I miss my family and I resent the amount of hours I’m required to work. I took it out on some poor sap who couldn’t pay the parking meter fee. That wasn’t very nice of me.
What is this strange sensation I’m feeling? It’s like a gnat buzzing around my ear. Is this guilt? A conscience rearing its ugly head? God, I hope not. What an inconvenience that would be!
easy there, big guy… use the force for good, not torment! we’ll have to bestow your Indian Name: Drunk With Power
This new job must be getting to you. It’s only a matter of time before you’re out there at night slashing car tyres, and strangling cats.Go easy fella. Do some good with it, throw it at a priest or something.
Oh well, at least you admit your wrong. We had a president for 8 years who couldn’t do at least that.P.S.-I found this to be quite funny. I suppose that makes me a bad person also.
So is this a confession, or are you bragging? It could go either way.
Daisy: But you don’t know how powerful the dark side is. It’s taken control of me.JB: If I were on my train and saw a priest talking too loud into his cell phone I’d probably have an aneurism.Amanda: You’re bad! It’s in our gene pool, I’m afraid.CPJ: If the calming music doesn’t do the trick, perhaps narcotics will.K: I confess! I confess! (Name that band.)
well, if you’re going to go to the dark side and use your powers for evil, you may as well put an advertisement in the Daily and start charging for your services. remember, WWDVD…
remember what you give out comes back! and i agree with monyaka_a= at least you admit it and realize itbut everyone gets drunk with some kind of power.. its called being human. lol
With great power comes great responsibility.
It’s guilt. Big juicy, drooling, ass-scented gobs of guilt.But on the brightside, I’m pretty sure it’s not enough to gain you entrance to hell.I think…