people...

So I was down at the annual Festival of the Arts downtown today (hey, it's sweet living a quarter-mile away and being able to eat every meal down there), and people, the crowds of people, were pissing me off. Yeah, the usual walking really slow then stopping suddenly to turn 180-degrees for only God knows why stuff, as well as the 12-year-old girls with barely-budding breasts wearing tight belly-baring tank-tops (who the hell let's their young daughter leave the house dressed like a whore? gah!), were all there...but the things people say.

Stupid.

There were bunches of idiotic questions asked and things said that I overheard, but they were all washed away as I stood in line at the Bosnian tent to get some Baklava and Cevap (so good...). There with a huge ass sign that said "TASTE OF BOSNIA" some snobby looking woman asks her husband, "Is that Polish food?" I don't know why it pisses me off so -- probably because it just points to the tendancy of people in our little society to not be able to seek answers for ourselves even when they're right there in front of our face in huge block-ass letters -- but it does. So much.