It’s about time I had a go at those “special” people in the world. And please……notice the ” “, because these people really are very, very special. And I’m sure their mothers always told them so.

You know the kind of people I’m talking about. The “It’s-all-about-me” type who just can’t see beyond one foot in front of their nose. These are the kinds of people who do such wonderous things as:

+  You’re walking along in a large crowd. Let’s say you’re doing your Christmas shopping. The stores are packed, and everyone kind of ambles along together like lemmings about to launch off a cliff. What do our “special” people do? They just stop walking, don’t they. They might be having a chat, or discussing where they’re going to have dinner, but they just stop. And block EVERYONE.

+  What about the people who stand in doorways. Whether it’s a shop entrance, a lift entrance or the doors into a venue. They just stand there and chat, completely oblivious to the fact that there’s a whole, big world out there, revolving without them. But they couldn’t give a shit, could they? They’re going to have their chat, and f**k anyone who has a problem with that.

+  I heard a great ironic comment on the TV show Will & Grace. It was said by the amazing Karen. If you don’t know the show, Karen is a millionaire’s wife, and is constantly drunk and taking prescription drugs. Her character is absolutely hysterical and probably my fav on the show. Anyway, she once said “Fat people are so insensitive”. And despite this dangerous area, I notice that when you’re at the shops, it’s always the fat people who either stand still and expect YOU to walk around THEM, or when you’re walking directly at someone, and one of you has to move (you know what I mean), THEY stay still, and you have to step aside.

+  And the one that drives me the craziest seems to be some new fad. It’s people who walk in the middle of the road. I’m not exaggerating here either. It’s not like they walk 2 feet from the gutter and I’m over-reacting. These people walk along the white line. Any idea why these people shit me to tears? It’s not because it’s dangerous and one of them might bounce off the front of my car. Hell, no. It’s because if I DO hit one of them, I am the bad guy. I just don’t get that. Once again, stupid doesn’t hurt anymore.

If I’ve missed some special act that these people do, dear readers, please let me know – and we can be grumpy together.