The World's Smallest Violin

People whine and complain about nothing.  They tut as they stand in line at the Post Office; they get bugged when the workers at Subway take too long to make their meatball sandwiches.  They complain when they wait on hold for customer service for fifteen minutes, and then write angry three-page letters that probably took longer than fifteen minutes to compose ("I can't cook you dinner right now, honey.  Mommy's got to write to these Acme Kitchen Supplies people for sending her a defective collander").  A couple of weeks ago, as I was sitting at a table outside of Starbucks, I observed a guy, completely ticked off, and probably a massive jerk, stop his car at the traffic light and raise his middle finger at a woman in the lane next to his.  He gave the bird to this lady for a good ten minutes.  I mean, he didn't give his middle finger a single break.  He kept on saluting her in this fashion until the light changed and his car screeched off.  She sat there, in horrified silence.  Was she in the wrong?  Probably.  Did it justify a ten-minute flick-off?  No, not at all.  I mean, you read the DMV Manual to pass the test.  You don't really expect people to know what to do at a Yield sign, do you?  Be reasonable!  For all of these fine souls, I bring them:

The world's smallest violin

Comments

[The Editor]

It's just that I don't have a good tape player...one of those terrible things in life...sigh...groan...whine...whinge.