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First in a while

Jun.19, 2006, filed under Miscellany

Ever so slightly closer to crank crisisI have a new pet hate.

I have a long list of things I find irritating. I have a much shorter list of things I dislike intensely — my hate list.

I am not one of those eternal white-light do-gooders who proclaim hate as a negative emotion that stifles and chokes and leads only to badness and evil, all the while weaving daisy chains through their hair and singing to the crystal dolphins from the Pleiades. I’m with Honda on this.

Hate somethin’. Change somethin’. Hate somethin’ change somethin’ hate somethin’ bett-eeeer.

Cue whistling.

Things I hate include inconsiderate motorists. This led to a rant that was passed around several petrolhead fora and was reasonably well received, given the audience. It also led to me becoming an activist with the CTC.

Hate is just fine as long as it provokes purpose. It’s the hate we allow to fester and spoil that should be avoided.

So anyway. Today I learned a new pet hate. Today I learned to hate:

People who wear strong perfume into the swimming pool.

I like scent, don’t get me wrong. I bought two of Chris Brosius‘s perfumes in the end. But they are subtle as well as distinctive. You won’t smell them unless you get right up close. Plus I have a shower before going into the pool.

Whoever had drenched herself in Poison to the point where it formed a film on top of the water in the shallow end should be locked inside a box with a smashed bottle of the concentrated parfum and made to run on a treadmill for three hours. See how she likes it.

Needless to say I was very vociferous in my complaining to the staff, while making it absolutely clear that it wasn’t their fault. If I could identify the woman reponsible, which was impossible after it had come off and was coating everything like the red weed, I’d have had a go at her in person.

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