It infuriates me when people try to justify anything and everything they do by saying they don’t have a choice.
Sure they do.
You’ve always got at least one choice: yes or no, left or right, cheese or no cheese, one or the other… or another … or something else if you’re lucky.
Just because there is only one option that you find either incomprehensible or unsatisfactory doesn’t mean the other ones don’t exist.
I mean… you can’t very well walk in to a world renowned seafood restaurant on a pier overlooking the San Francisco Bay looking for a triple deluxe bacon-and-pork rinds burger with Jack Daniels-flavored mayo piled thickly between two saucer-sized Twinkies and start screaming at the busboy that “there ain’t nothin’ worth eatin’ on you guys’s fuckin’ menu”.
You don’t come to a three-way stop at a T-street and get your bowels in an uproar ’cause you want to go straight, which – when I think about it – actually would be a choice, but you’re likely not going to be satisfied with the outcome.
And I get really fucking tired of people hearing “well, that’s not acceptable”. There are certain choices in which your acceptance is just not relevant. I used to hear that at work all the time, and that was in a State office enforcing and regulating Child Support orders.
You’d get that megalomaniacal crap regarding the results of genetic testing, the Wage Assignments they’d been hit with, Custody Agreements they’d been proposed, the fucking LAWS themselves, for God’s sake.
Heard it from the most pathologically persnickety secretary of ours who had been told they couldn’t have Windows Media Player loaded onto their computer.
NOBODY in the office had WMP in their computer ’cause the IT wizards made it impossible to load it. And they probably got the word to do so from someone up in the top ranks who cared even less about what this prima donna finds acceptable than any of her inferior co-workers did.
I actually sold cars for a while (not nearly for a living). Volkswagens. Had some spoiled 18-year-old brat come in with Mommy to buy the graduation present Daddy was paying for: a Cabriolet convertible with all the extras. It had to be the pearlescent white. With the white and blue tweed interior. Like her BFF Jackie or Jacqui or Jakee has, the problem being it didn’t come with the white and blue tweed interior. It hadn’t for two years. We even confirmed it with the factory: they hadn’t made the white and blue tweed interior like Jackie or Jacqui or Jakee had in three years.
This twit tells me that wasn’t acceptable and that she had learned that when you have the money, you can get whatever you want.
I told her that, first off, she was indeed the one who wanted it, but wasn’t the one who had the money, AND that the plant back is Wiesbaden, Germany was not going to start firing up the looms just for her.
Her Mommy told me they would just go someplace else and I just lost the sale. Yeah. And…?
It was their choice to go somewhere else. White and blue tweed interior was never going to be their choice, and seeing as how everything else about the car was exactly what the brat wanted and what the bitch was going to have her ex-hubby pay for, it was like they had just made the seat covers worth $32,000.00.
Actually, no “like” about it: they had made the seat covers worth $32,000.00, and might have continued to screw the High School grad (wow!!!!!) out of her dream car because of the most trivial choice in the whole process.
Unless you sign my paycheck, can withhold sex from me, know where I sleep and which window we leave open a crack to help the attic fan work more efficiently, are scheduled to do my colonoscopy or have a no-bail warrant out on my ass, why the hell should I lose any sleep just because a given particular option is not acceptable to the likes of you?
Baby bitch is gonna be a handful come the first time she votes.
Think of another option that doesn’t begin with and revolve around the phrase “I want..” and quit your bitching.