"That which is overdesigned, too highly specific, anticipates outcome; the anticipation of outcome guarantees, if not failure, the absence of grace."
-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties

<bda> I got Subway for lunch. On my way out of 30th I stopped at Taco Bell to grab another soda.
<bda> This guy.
<bda> This stupid fucking guy.
<bda> He was standing in line holding everyone up, describing the thing he wanted.
<bda> He didn't know what it was.
<bda> He knew it's shape and some of what was on it.
<bda> So he's describing the fucking thing, at length.
<bda> And the clerk just pauses, and then points AT THE GIANT FUCKING PLACARD in front of the guy and he goes "Yea! Wait.. no... wait. Yeah! That's it!"
<bda> And I'm thinking to myself "I'm going to kill this motherfucker. I'm going to drop a cap in his brainpan. I'm going to jail because this guy is an asshole."
<bda> And then, then he starts saying what he wants on it, and what he doesn't, and why, and in what order.
<bda> At Taco Bell.

January 30, 2006 1:41 PM

Man, I thought the asswads who stood gaping at the McDonalds menu for ten fucking minutes were bad.

Posted by: solios at January 30, 2006 1:54 PM
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