The crazies

"Life is wasted on ... people."

Amen.

I will never understand the eccentricities (or perhaps utter rudeness) of people. Please explain why, when I am trying to write down a phone message at the office, people rattle off the numbers in one really quick breath. "22678701984765638." Is this a race? Are they being attacked by wild dogs that will give up as soon as the telephone call is completed? I also love it when people volunteer the spelling on the easy half of their names (E-R-I-N), but don't even attempt anything for the trickier (Kollar? Kohler? Koller?) part.

I hope I'm not "one of those people" to someone out there, but I don't see how I couldn't be. I wonder what I do to annoy the gas station attendant, Safeway cashier, bank teller, or any other worker in the world. I wonder what they say to their friends about me. Would they prefer to never see my face again? That's the tough thing about living on this planet: people. There are so, so many people here... And all of us are pretty crazy.