Ours Is Not To Reason Why
I am full of opinions today, and you need to hear them.
Leggings are still not pants, no matter how many women wear them. “I work out, so my butt is cute” is not a counterargument.
It occurs to me that my plan to grab the pervert’s cellphone from under the restroom stall is actually a pretty good one. I’d be barricaded in my stall, and I’d use his phone (with the incriminating evidence still on it!) to call 911. I now yield the floor to Officer Nick, who will explain why my plan wouldn’t work.
By the way, that last sentence is the only time you will see me use the words “I yield to Nick,” under any circumstances.
PROGRESS FAILS SPECIFIC SENSE
That is an R.E.M. line which often occurs to me these days. Ways in which progress fails:
–The new buses have computerized change-counting machines to put your fare in, which, I suppose, enabled them to lay off the person who’d been counting it all at the end of the day. This means that only one coin can be allowed to pass through it at one time, so the machine can keep track of it, and this means the slot had to be made extra-narrow to ensure that only one coin goes in. Which, of course, means that if you put more than one coin in at a time, it jams up.
–Why, in this age of environmental correctness, are even more things made out of plastic? Fences, mailboxes, grocery bags…? I was reminded of this when a fellow bus passenger’s Walmart bag, being made of plastic, sagged and dumped his purchase of Axe body spray (in the Anarchy scent) onto the floor. Axe is the biggest-selling line of men’s grooming products in the world, but it’s called Lynx in every country but the U.S. Why? Do they think we won’t know what a lynx is, even though they live on this continent?
Why is the sky blue? I know, the visible light spectrum reflects blah blah blah, but that only explains how it’s blue.