bogie
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You know, you'd think that a company selling coffee makers could actually TEST the dang things? You know, put some coffee in, add some water, hit da switch, and enjoy it making coffee?
BECAUSE when you get one that is poorly designed, obviously by some so-called product engineer, who either missed his morning coffee or who thought that orange juice was good for you, so you don't need coffee anyway... Well, when you get one that makes your life a living hell! A living hell, I say! Because when you go to pour your coffee cup full of coffee, and the high-tech coffee pot ALWAYS insists on dribbling all over the countertop, and then before you get to drink YOUR coffee, you have to clean up after HIS screwed up design. It's frustrating, irritating, and enough to get one's ire up...
So... If I can calmly, and with great dignity, avoid hunting the fellow down, and opening up a can of finely ground whoopass upon him, don't you think that I can exercise similar control over the other little things in life? Like sixteen year old moronic maniacs whose parents have gifted them with one-ton wheeled projectiles, who then insist upon drivin' em like they stole 'em, all the while irritating those of us who've thankfully walked away from wrecks? Sally Soccermom thinks that people like will gun down her precious little psychotic offspring (she knows how he drives, but she's in denial... and after all, it's just the fault of those other cars...). The joy is in, every day, convincing her that she's mistaken.
Ahh... I've got coffee now. And shortly I'll have a shower, and head out for rush hour. There may be blood on the streets, but it ain't gonna come from gunfire.
BECAUSE when you get one that is poorly designed, obviously by some so-called product engineer, who either missed his morning coffee or who thought that orange juice was good for you, so you don't need coffee anyway... Well, when you get one that makes your life a living hell! A living hell, I say! Because when you go to pour your coffee cup full of coffee, and the high-tech coffee pot ALWAYS insists on dribbling all over the countertop, and then before you get to drink YOUR coffee, you have to clean up after HIS screwed up design. It's frustrating, irritating, and enough to get one's ire up...
So... If I can calmly, and with great dignity, avoid hunting the fellow down, and opening up a can of finely ground whoopass upon him, don't you think that I can exercise similar control over the other little things in life? Like sixteen year old moronic maniacs whose parents have gifted them with one-ton wheeled projectiles, who then insist upon drivin' em like they stole 'em, all the while irritating those of us who've thankfully walked away from wrecks? Sally Soccermom thinks that people like will gun down her precious little psychotic offspring (she knows how he drives, but she's in denial... and after all, it's just the fault of those other cars...). The joy is in, every day, convincing her that she's mistaken.
Ahh... I've got coffee now. And shortly I'll have a shower, and head out for rush hour. There may be blood on the streets, but it ain't gonna come from gunfire.
