Yes. I'm an a55hole. Not denying it.
That being said, do you see someone, and know in an instant that they are not your type?
I have a new neighbor across the street. I have watched this guy pile garbage up in his driveway for the past week to be rained on. The crows picking at the broken bags were really charming. Nice view across the street for the 4th of July.
Today, he and his son are sitting in the middle of the driveway trying to fix a bicycle. They are both squating like chimps, tool strew all over the place, sockets rolling down the hill into the grass. The guy is struggling against nuts and bolts while sitting down, no leverage. They have been at it for like 2 hours, ocassionally leaving the bike and tools strew around for a while.
My daughter and I baked cookies, and took them over to them with a note that had our phone number on it. We missed the parents, but met the kids and their nanny. They have never said hello.
Yup. I'm a judgemental, unfriendly SOB. But why is it that I am always right about these things?
