Friday, August 26, 2005
Hearing disabilites

I woke up slightly earlier than usual to join my Lit group for meeting to plan our discussion report for Monday. I shouldn't have bothered, it made no difference because some people are too deaf to do their jobs properly.

I mean, how can anyone be so deaf? I would think that three people yelling "Para" would be enough to catch anyone's attention. Apparently I was laboring under a grave misapprehension. Now I don't know whether it was because the eejit driver was too absorbed in the Black Eyed Peas music he was playing or the fact that there was a great distance between us (it was an van turned fx)but that shouldnt really matter when people start to yell para simultaneously and alternately in progressively increasing volumes. When the driver's dense brain caught on, that took quite a while mind you, he dropped us off a considerable distance away from the stop. It took all my self control to restrain myself from yelling You deaf sonafabitch as I slammed the door.

I can't explain why, but that particular mishap just triggered me to feel especially angry. The whole thing was just so inexplicably stupid. As a policy, I try not to let inconsequential things bother me too much but today's jolly trip left me muttering profanities under my breath. For a fleeting moment I imagined grabbing the aforementioned moron by his neck and repeatedly driving a pick axe into his ears.

*Deflate* Phht. I'm feeling much better now though.
Thus spake Irish || 3:03 PM || 0 comments