The Douchmeter

People around here (Seattle area) have a real sense of entitlement.

Folks at the gym who feel like they "own" the equipment until they are done with the 15 step workout. Wrong, I haven't seen anybody using this equipment for five minutes, I'm going to use it. It's not yours. You don't own it, douchemister. If you haven't used it for 5-10 minutes, it is fair game, I don't need to ask your permission.

No, you can't leave that gigantic pottted plant it in the sink in the office kitchen, and give me an irritated look when I move to wash out my coffee cup. Who are you? Ciscoe Morris?

Don't tell me how to get on the bus, either. Just get on the bus. Does it say Douche Express on the side of the 510? I don't think so. If it did, then it would be your bus, and you can tell me the order to proceed. Otherwise, shove it.

The funny thing, these are the same people who cut your grandma off in traffic because they are late till there yoga class. Oh man, I'm not gonna be able to stretch and fart! Damnit! Or alfalfa party or whatever.

That is all. Done venting.