I have a question for you...when you stand in line for 10 minutes at a restaurant, do you look over the menu and maybe, just maybe try to have a decision ready for the 17 year old assistant manager working the register? Or are you more like one of the MORONS that stand there flapping their gums until they get to the counter, then they say "now, what do I want?". I don't know what you want, but what I want is a big-ass club so I can hit you square in the head! You've had 10 damn minutes to read the board. There are people in line behind you that might be in a hurry. Or hungry. Or impatient.

The bottom line is this. I don't like inconsiderate people unless it's me! (truth be known, I'm not real high on my own list a lot of time) When you first walk up, decide what you want. Then, and only then, feel free to talk to Esmerelda about how disgusting the wad of hair was that you pulled out of your drain this morning, or how you think it's a shame Ricky Martin's gay, or whatever the hell you wanna talk about. But don't make me wait in line cuz you're inconsiderate.

As my buddy Kelrod often says, "people suck". (I'm paraphrasing of course) He related to me recently how he had to go by the bank. He got in the shortest line, only to find out that the calorie hoarder in front of him still had to fill out a deposit slip, endorse the check, check the eye-liner, put on lipstick and brush the wig. 5 people could have gone through the line in the meantime, but hey, at least she looked good, right? (relatively speaking I guess. Looked good to who? or what?) Again, inconsiderate! (her actions, not my comments) (maybe my comments too) (probably my comments) (who cares, it's my blog) (still haven't figured out what "blog" stands for) (if anybody actually knows what "blog" stands for, can you comment) (you can comment even if you don't know) (don't feel like the only way you can comment is if you know) (it's not)

Be aware of your surroundings. If somebody's coming in the door behind you, hold it open. If somebody's in a hurry, and you're not, let them go first. Be considerate of other people and their time. Don't be a Cotton-Headed Ninny Muggin!

Don't even get me started on the Mexican National continent. I'm gonna get me a cattle prod just for Easter time. Every time one of them south-of-the border, messkin speakin sum-bucks cuts me off in line at Target, ZAP! They talk on their cell-phone way too loud in a restaurant, ZAP! They let their kids cut in line at the movies, ZAP! If your "wonderful country" is such a wonderful place, why do you have to come to my country to shop? And then treat me rudely?

And I know you have money. You don't need to pull out the big daddy roll of Benjamin's in front of me to prove it. I could tell judging by the rock on your old-lady's finger. And the Mercedes. And the Oakley's your 6 year old is wearing. Bet you don't dress like that when you go to the store in your country, do you? Be missing a finger if you do.

So what have we learned here? Just like they teach you when you're 4. Be nice to each other. Treat each other with respect. Don't let uncle Johnny too close to the Egg-nog at Christmas time. And don't piss me off. Or your name will be in here next!