Can I Still Be Bitchy Without Damaging the Universe?

I know that I recently told all of you I was turning over a new leaf and taking a more positive outlook on things. I even said I was going to avoid throwing negativity out into the universe just in case that whole butterfly theory thing is true.

Also? I may have led you all to believe that I wasn’t going to rant anymore.

Heh.

Psych!

Honestly, I tried turning over a new leaf but I found a bug underneath it and, well, you know how I feel about those things. I dropped that leaf like a hot potato and fled the scene.

And the universe? Well, really, is it MY job to worry about a butterfly flapping its wings in Africa and causing an avalanche in Florida? Okay, maybe Florida is a bad example, but you know what I meant.

Anyhow, I have a story to tell you because it’s frustrating and just plain nuts.

No, it’s not about leaves. Geez! Get over the leaf thing and try to follow along, will ya’? (And you all say I have Attention Deficit Disorder?) (Ooh, shiney!)

I had someone I work with in the car with me yesterday when we passed a man holding up a sign that read, Homeless, will work for food! near a busy intersection.

This co-worker person? Said, “I wish those guys would just stay home instead of running around begging for food all the time.” Now I hate to be the pointer-outer of the bloody obvious, but I felt compelled to notify my heartless and apparently daft co-worker that homeless people may have a difficult time staying home, and that the majority of them probably wouldn’t be asking for help if they didn’t need it. I told her that she didn’t have to give them anything if she didn’t want to, but that they weren’t really bothering anyone by standing on that corner.

To this? She replied, “I have nothing against homeless people in general, they are fine in their place.”

After giving my head a severe beating on the steering wheel, I once again felt compelled to remind her that if they had a place they probably wouldn’t be homeless.

And then I rolled down my window and gave the guy a few bucks just to annoy her, and because it was the same few bucks I owed her for the coffee she had just bought for me.

When the guy took the money and thanked me, I pointed to my co-worker and said, “Don’t thank me, thank her. It’s her money.”

And then I chuckled for about half an hour.