You’re just driving along making smooth time, you suddenly notice a clown doing 5-15 MPH slower than the speed limit. You look in your mirror and notice some dude on his cell phone slide up next to you in his over sized male compensation vehicle. You hit the gas he hits his gas. He isn’t paying attention to what he is doing (I hope). He is just going with the traffic. so you hit your brakes to slow down but he slows down also. He has no idea why you slowed, does not care, just as long as he has you next to him he knows he is doing the speed limit-ish.so you gun it. The slow guy in front stomps his brakes and comes to a dead stop the instant the light turns yellow. So now you are sitting at a red light you could have been  passed by at the least 20 second. Of course mambo jumbo vehicle guy stopped with yall. He stopped right next to . For the entire time you wait at the light, the guy in the over-sized vehicle slowly creeps up to the light. The instant he gets to where he can stop, the light turns green. Slow guy guns it full speed through first gear then slams the car into granny gear. of course not one car is behind you, but a million cars are behind the truck/suv. Some how some magical way, the guy in the Large vehicle gives you the space you need to change lanes and get out of this boxed in frustration. You get around the large vehicle and go on with your day.

NO.

You of all people are not allowed to have such pleasures.. You are in the middle lane but the minivan pulling out of the fast food place decides he wants the middle lane. while he searches the floor of the van for that loose french fry. You gun it  and swerve to the right to go around him. “GOT IT” he found his french fry, so now he can  assume the speed limit by hurriedly  gunning it in his soccer-mobile. Now some clown in his  Hybrid I get 50 miles to the gallon in my two seater paperweight over priced parts car pull out in the right lane and decides he gets better gas mileage if he only does 12 miles per hour everywhere he goes. Now the minivan pulls past you and what do ya know. Here comes the dude in his gas guzzling overly shiny useless piece of crap. So you bottle it and sigh a huge sigh and decide to let them both pass and you will swing far right and pass them both in a couple seconds. Big vehicle passes you so you  move far left…. Dang it… The guy you where stuck behind in the first place.

Some people should not be allowed on the road. Actually we should be able to report that someone is a. to fast. b to slow. c and idiot. if enough people push the same button when associating to your license plate, you should be forced to take 6 weeks of drivers ed. We need that button in our cars. Where is that damn button????

Just do the speed limit. Please? just do the speed limit, if you are going to go slow, please move all the way right. Please??????

When you are a child you are both taught that man is supposed to be on a white horse and save the beautiful girl from the life that binds her. The man is supposed to be on a purebred white horse with hair flapping  silk shirt  clinging in the center while waving at the sides as he rides in to the girl who seems to have her hand in the air at the exact right moment, he yanks her up with her big bell shaped dress somehow not flopping over her head showing her  secrets to the world. They both ride off  with their fresh clean glowing cloths Shining and rustling around them as they disappear  over the perfectly cut grass hill.

We all are kind of skeptical that it ever will happen, but we all kind of look forward to that day, atleast a tiny little bit. Be the man be the saving  rescue guy, be the woman that everyone is wishing they could save, the one that everyone wants to be the hero for , the one that finds herself worthy of a person so honorable they put a whole hearted effort into saving her.

It’s the basis of everything. and well really I think we need to stop teaching our kids this. It’s time to get that stupid image out of our kids heads. Just let them live, and let events happen completely un-choreographed by some preconceived over anticipated heart breaking hope smashing myth. You can sell yourself that it teaches plans hopes and morals. What it does is just end in heartbreak, but it is so far into a person’s life you are not there to witness it or you are so engulfed in your own drama of your life that you do not even notice the shred you have done to your own child only to leave them to repeat it. Why would they repeat it? because it is tradition and you think it is good because they have a genuine dream. Why should they live that dream instead of their life??? Their life could potentially turn out better.

Here is an example of how it starts the heartbreak and what it ends up as.

You have a boy in love with a girl who is love with him. They love each other. In that same time, the girl has boys beating her door down. Even the ugly ones, pick one guy that likes her, I will guarantee you that the amount of girls who like him, is a smaller number than the count of guys that likes the girl. If the number was different then the guy would have women beating his door down. Oh yeah that’s right. The girl does not save the boy, so they do not “pursue the man”. So the guy needs a car or some means of transportation to get to the girl’s house. If he is to slow at obtaining this, she will hook up with a guy that has a car. Even if it is for friends or love. The boy that loved her  before is meaningless. He can no longer show her anything of interest. She has broken free of the neighborhood and the parents are not around. Meanwhile the boy from before is left behind because an older boy came along. Sure there might be calls or something but it will never be anything, because he still has no means of transportation greater than a bicycle. Yet he watches from his bedroom window as the girl he pines for jumps in the front seat of some lucky fellow’s BMW. and yes the phone calls  to the boy who is now “just friends” are typically about how fast the car is, how loud and clear the radio is that it makes her tummy jiggle and how cool it is that the  convertible rolls back on sunny days.

So now the boy is sitting there flipping through car sell mags, and Craig’s list and eBay looking for some sort of a car that his parents would be willing to buy. In his head he is saying that he will make his car faster, louder and stronger and better looking than  the lucky guy’s  BMW. Before he is done with the car, he will have seen his dream girl jump into numerous  cars. Of course on the phone with each one he gets further into jealousy and it begins to show like when he tells her that those cars are nothing. Who the heck is he to tell her that what she witnessed is not what she says it is? he knows nothing, he never even leaves the house, she has seen the world.

Well long story short, you have a dude with a mullet shooting up and down the race track in some big piece of crap car that is worthless for anything, and his should be girlfriend has a grand daughter by the age of 28.

Without that story of the guy that rides in on the horse and saves the girl, you could have had a perfect match spending their life building custom built cars, or houses, or clothing. 28 years have gone by and you have forgotten that you told your kid this stupid story and broke their heart.

Heck you could have made them both hard and angry towards all relationships because they think things just have to be a specific way. People are people we are all going to live out our life and that stupid story is just a stumbling block that ruins the whole event of life. you don’t set standards with that.

You can suggest that men raise their ambitions to better fit that goal, or you could ask women to do the same. Truth is, you just make it worse. Now you have guys who think they can get anyone woman because he has the best white horse in town. His personality means nothing. and you have girls who will not go to the guy who feeds homeless children because all the money he has bought him a dirty donkey.

Example.

You have this guy who has been driving his BMW into every club in town, picking up women and using them like they are toys.  He finds one woman who is up to his standards in looks and what he thinks is personality. Actually it is her just looking for a guy with enough money for her to live freely and more comfortably. So now you have this relationship completely built on monetary status and looks. They both have the chance to brag to their friends about the person they bagged. They put on this “perfect relationship” persona when they are together in public. So he marries her and they drop a baby. Neither knows each other really. Ring on the finger, baby in the buggy, so it’s now time to feel safe in the relationship. His model class 10 wife has now put on 40 lbs and wears nothing but sweats around the house and that stupid bun in her hair because she knows it looks junky when it is down, that is because of course she hasn’t washed her hair in days. She is taking all sorts of diet pills because she thinks she has to get pretty again because she sees her shallow husband staring at other women.  Now she is taking pills to keep her up and pills to keep her mellow and she is an emotional tornado. The guy no longer comes home anymore and spends all of his time at bars. She can smell the perfume on him when he comes home and she knows that she worked as a waitress/stripper  ans has no skills, she can’t make what she used to because she does not look like she used to, so she is now taking depression pills. She is feeling trapped in a relationship that seems to be her bread and butter. He feels trapped because she can take half his money and there is a kid involved that would be crushed if the relationship failed.

So much for the white horse. Not every man and not every woman are like that. But strange what money and abilities do to a person. I am in no way against money. I am however against what people do when they have it. Sure you can buy a house for your love of your life and yourself to live in happily. But really,  there wouldn’t be breast implants if that was the big focus of life for everyone. I mean there is no other reason to get implants unless you are aiming for a certain lifestyle of person. I think the only woman I ever saw with implants who stayed in a mobile home, was staying at her aunts house to hide from her ex who she said was a psycho with a lot of  connections.

The white horse dream is so distorted these days, and there are so many options in life. it is impossible for that dream to ever come true.

Let it go.

See people for who they are.

Don’t lie, don’t mislead. Don’t leave impossible standards, because who knows what life may bring. Happiness or comfort.

Be happy, be cozy, and love your mate like every touch of them is as great as a smooth crisp breath, Take deep breaths.

Scalpers

Two things I hate the most when I travel to the main center of downtown Houston.

Only thing I can think of that is my revenge to them, is to make them sit on the product they wasted their money on. They buy up tons of concert tickets and sit on the side of the road or the entrance to the stadium(s) and shovel their continuous endless stories about how they bought these tickets and have to many and would like to get rid of all of them. You would be the greatest help to them if you buy the tickets, you need them and they need to get them off their hands. The first clue that he is a scalper is the practiced look in his eye. He can tell who is walking in that area for the show just by the look in your eye, he then checks your clothing to see if you wear the attire fitting for the music or what ever is being performed at the site. I am very practiced in noting a hustler when I see one.

Funny thing is, if I am with someone who is not as practiced as I am, they have no idea how well I have just scanned the area. Just as the hustler scans the area looking for a look in your eye, I scan the area looking for a look in your eye. There is a look of ” Oh send me a good one god, send me one that will pay ten dollars more than the last one” then there is a look of desperation ” Dear lord i am trying to make a living i will visit you every day at every church in the world if you send one willing to pay regular price” . of course if god so happens to send one, the scalper will forget his little prayer and move in to the hustle hoping god was being kind to him. sorry I know the hustles as I said I am very very well practiced. I read body language probably better than anyone I know. It’s not a gift or anything, I just worked forefront in retail for 8 years. 400+ people a day every day. If you do not know the hustlers after the first month, then you just give away the money.
a few times I have been with women while we head to a stadium to watch a show and we plan to buy our tickets at the door. Every single time we get hit with some dude that had some tragic event in his life and needs to get the tickets off his hands. Usually it’s the worst story ever. Someone died that was supposed to go with them and just having the tickets will make the scalper sad. Great story, excellent story. If someone just died, I sure would not be outside standing around selling off their share of the belongings. It clearly was very recent, or they would have given or sold the tickets already.
Here’s the kicker. No matter how many people are in your group, there is always one more extra ticket that he has. Why is this??? as if you don’t get it lol sorry.
Well that extra ticket is actually about 40 tickets. He says he has one more than what is in your group because well as a scalper he is clearly a gambling man. He is gambling on the fact that you bought the tickets trying to get a deal and justify the deal with telling yourself you are helping someone in a bad time, but now you have gotten your deal, the greedy side in you is satisfied with doing all you have done and will not be purchasing the very last ticket . Now he has a reason to still be out there trying to get rid of the ticket that he in no way can get rid of now, because well, who wants only one ticket ?? So in your head he is screwed you got a deal. In his head you are a jerk so it’s ok that he charged you five bucks over fair price. Trust me he told you that the booths are all out of tickets. um, if he is selling tickets, why would he try and buy tickets? Come on people read the damn signs.
Ok back to the women, Now I right away ignore the dude and move on. He is practiced so he tears up an eye or makes a sad face, now the woman thinks I am a jerk….. great.. I don’t care, I am still not going to drop out money to this dude who makes it harder for me to get tickets at a decent price just because he bought 20 tickets to sell at 45 over the fair price and make an easy $100.

even if he offers to sell them at $10 less than full price because the show already started, I will not be buying them from him. I will let his scalper trashiness suffer for the loss he causes everyone by doing what he does.

This attitude upsets many women I know who have been to shows with me. It seems cold and callous. Well no, it’s not. It’s my strike back on those who greedily make life more complicated for everyone else for their gain. This person is not the performer. This person is not the guy who printed the tickets (unless they are fake, scalpers sell the same pc printed ticket to 50 people) this person is not the guy working the popcorn stand. He is just as bad if not worse, than the guy who downloads music, burns it to a cd then sells it.
Making money off of some other person’s efforts, without making any effort other than the gamble of how many tickets to buy. Middlemen ….

Now you have to watch out for the hustlers. I was walking with a girl and a man came up to us with two computer printed tickets. He clearly did not fit in for the venue. He was selling two pc printed tickets. I refused the tickets and the girl I was with acted as if I was the biggest jerk on earth. I ignored his bombardment of sob stories and last ditch efforts to tell us they where all out of tickets. She kept nagging me to go get the great deal and help the guy. I told her he printed those out and she gave me a “so we will look and see if the code is the same” . I saw him pull them from two separate pockets, two separate piles. Clearly each pile was of the same different code. Meaning front pocket tickets all end with the digit 56 all ticket from back pocket end with ticket 57. That way the seats are side by side. He spends $50 on two tickets, then runs to a gas station and spends two dollars on 20 copies. Then he turns around and sells a pair ten times for $5 less than full price. Only one set of those ten will actually get in the door. The other 9 pairs are screwed. but if you are broke, you will leave while he hides. If you have money you will just buy more tickets, really upset but you buy them. He then returns back to selling the bogus tickets.
Sad thing is, I thought this girl was the smartest girl I knew. She excused it with ‘I like to take risks” . LOL!
I was told once as a child “feed those who can not help themselves as if it is your duty by god, you will find the path to god gets easier to find.”

Hustlers

I also call them Scammers.

Never ever buy that radio stereo from the guy in the van. He is selling the biggest piece of crap that money can be wasted on.

Watch his license plate. If his plates are from out of state, you will face a bait and switch. you will see the system from his display box, but the box you  drive off with, will be boards and bricks. If you tell him you want the one he showed you “what? you don’t want a brand new one?”.

Really you shouldn’t have been this far into it. unless he is asking $20 for what could potentially be a $400 system. If it does not come with a warranty that  you are 100% sure will be backed, pay no more than  5% of what you suspect the value is. Just because he hands you some peice of paper that says the word warranty on it, you are not protected. read it. is there a company name? is there a company address? Is that company’s address in a location you ever heard of? is there a phone number? do you have your cell phone handy?  google the company’s name get the nmber from the website and call them. Confirm this person works there.. Ok you now have asked to many questions and probably will be getting shot by now. You really should not have talked to this person.

The products in the truck are always just a typo from real company names. Somy electronic, Zenif, rockpord Fossygate. Do not buy that crap. All of your friends that come to your house will never be so mean as to tell you that the stuff you are showing them and saying you got a great deal on  and are excited about, is complete crap, unless they are your enemy and want to see you suffer. Or unless they are me. I will tell you. Why? because you are my friend, you did something stupid and I wish to help you better yourself. I love my friends and want only the best for them. It will hurt to see the wince, it will hurt to say “yes you got ripped off, even though you feel you did not … trust me you did and I wish I could fix this for you”. but really a friend who wants to believe something, will. Sure it will break their heart but it will better them and maybe they can warn more people about these scams.

Count on seeing them around Christmas. Sometimes they follow you to an ATM and mug you right there on the spot.

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These days are not the days we once saw. Clearly. So much has changed. I have to go through my list of  “remember when” junk, Just so i can note the changes that every change in life made on our eating and shopping habbits.

I remember people who smoked while shopping for groceries.  Sometimes your buggy would get stuck skidding because it locked up on a smooshed butt on the floor.

I remember when McDonalds, Wendy’s and Burger king all had the same vendor for their ashtrays. Some times you would find the ashtray from one establishment inside the other.

I remember when the mere concept of  ketchup coming out of a tiny little hole like our squeeze bottles, was insane.  It took forever to get ketchup out of the big opening.

I remember when soda bottles were made of glass. There was broken glass everywhere.  One of my friends was walking with her very young daughter who kept kicking off her shoes. My friend said to her ” Babe keep your shoes on, or you might step on glass” . The child had a puzzled look on her face as if to say ” mom???? glass?  like a window?? why would a window be on the ground???”  Makes sense. The kid never has and never will see broken glass on the ground in shards that can cut her.

I remember having to add little bottles of lead to our gasoline. Now that step has been replaced with octane booster and engine treatments.

I remember sharing a beer with my father when I was like 5, while driving  to a camp site.

I remember seeing Fred Flintstone Smoking a cigarette.

The forgotten history, the past no one talks about.

I never finished this. but here  let’s see what you add to it.