WTF is Wrong with People?

I think we entered a wormhole or something similar because that is the only way to explain how the day passed so quickly, yet with so little accomplished. It was also a day that made me wonder whether it wouldn’t be better if the zombies did take over the world.

Exhibit A

We saw this sticker on the car next to us when we picked up my car at the dealership today.

Fat chicks sticker

WTF?

 

This sticker was on a shitty Honda that looked like it could barely hold the driver let alone anyone else regardless of weight. I was astounded that someone had the audacity to put such a sticker on his or her car. Really??? In what world or circumstance would anyone possibly think that sticker was funny or acceptable? Substitute “fat” with “black” or “gay,” and I wonder if he or she would have had any scruples preventing him or her from not putting the sticker on the car. Wow.  Oh, and Jimmy told me later that the bumper of the car had a sticker of fingers making the “shocker.” Clearly we are dealing with a classy individual. And no, I’m not explaining what the “shocker” is. You’ll have to look it up!

Exhibit B

Today was the day we set aside for finishing our insurance open enrollment. We were both already in less than stellar moods going into it because open enrollment is always. such. fun. This year was going to be even more fun because Jimmy’s company was switching plans, and we needed to figure out whether it made sense for him and Daniel to stay on the new plan or move to mine which was also making changes. Yay insurance!

My insurance was offering major discounts off of the monthly premium if I completed a health assessment among other things, so I opened it up to fill it out because it would keep me at the same level of plan and save me $13 a month.  This was the third question:

do you plan to reproduce question

Second WTF moment

 

Um…what? I get that this is a health assessment and I’m sure they wanted to assign me a “risk” level based on whether I was going to be having a baby in the next year (higher risk!), but wow, that question put me in a foul mood. I didn’t even know how to answer it since at least 2 answers fit my situation. It felt invasive and insulting. All this to save a damn $15 a month. I’ve decided that next year it isn’t worth it for me to save that money. Damn.

Danielisms

However, Daniel is always good for lifting our moods and making us laugh. A few Danielisms from today:

“I’ve learned about God and mammals” – what Daniel says he’s learned in school.

“Mommy, stop saying bad things to daddy” – what he says to me if I become slightly animated during conversation.

“Mommy, I pressed the ‘X’ for ‘cancel’ on this conversation”- what he said when my conversation bored him.

“Mommy, I think I have too much energy” – said after he became bored with quiet time and demanded to be liberated.

Maybe the zombies can stay put for a bit longer. Or maybe we’ll just make sure our house is fortified. Everyone else, you’re on your own.

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10 comments

  1. Both of those would send me through the roof with rage. For one, I am a fat chick and that crap is insulting. The second is a slap in the face because my husband and I have been trying on and off for three years with no success. How dare they ask such a personal and insensitive question! Ugh. I just…I need a drink now.

  2. So there are shocker stickers inthe world, and moreover, there are people who put them on their bumpers. Wow. I do not know what to say about that. And the insurance questionnaire is like a cherry on a shitty cake. I wonder if they would ask the same questions if the interviewing were done in person. But then again, we live in a world where there shocker srickers on bumpers.
    Daniel is so funny! 🙂

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