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The shopping cart and trash can near-misses are high on my list, too.
Then, of course, there's the extension of the shopping cart thing in which people either just let the cart go to smack into any parked car (or even shove it to help it on its way, as I've seen a time or two...when I have a car, I always park in the boonies and walk to avoid the same kind of people, the car-door-dingers) or let it go wherever it wants to go, including into traffic (I almost hit one while riding my motorcycle once...at night, with the cart turned on its side in the middle of my lane).
Then, naturally, we move into the whole area of lazy and inconsiderate driving...but there's not enough bandwidth here for that. And, besides, I'm supposed to be asleep already.
Last night, on the Las Vegas Strip, I saw a group of midlife-crisis poseurs on shiny Harley Davidsons (they really are posers...these people come to the same place repeatedly and just sit there with their bikes, quite literally posing for hours on end...I highly doubt they actually ride the things otherwise) who were wearing the requisite HD-licensed vests, T-shirts, bandanas, gloves, stupid little ineffective beanies, Village-People chaps, leather-fringed underwear, and whatever else. They grabbed some chairs from an outdoor dining area so that they wouldn't have to park their economy-sized behinds on the ground or on their Hardly Ablesons (they paid a lot of money for all that chrome, so they've got to show off every inch) and took them over to the curb. When they'd had their fill of trying quite earnestly to look windswept and interesting, they started up their flatulent mounts (I think the noise perforated my left eardrum) and blatted off with a finesse that confirmed my suspicions that none of the stupid f***s knows how to really ride a motorcycle. Sure enough, they left behind not just the restaurant's chairs but a little circle of Corona beer bottles sitting next to the chairs. The trash can was just maybe five yards' waddle from where they sat and the outdoor eating area (from which they had absolutely no right to remove the chairs) was maybe another meter past that. But they just left it all where they'd been. Someone else will clean it up.
That kind of stuff just annoys me. It's self-centered to the max and reveals a total lack of consideration or respect. It's bad enough in such trivial examples, but it manifests more insidiously elsewhere -- attitudes toward the environment, for example, reveal some of the same failings in too many people. That lack of respect for Nature is one big reason why I am a part-time misanthrope.
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