Quick intro

Years ago I came up with an idea for a new pet writing project. I kept it on the back burner, figuring that eventually a burst of Herculean energy would coincide with a lucrative reward for a lost dog or child (the owners/parents would insist I take the money, obviously) and I would turn the idea into a book. However, I have come to the conclusion that I have neither the time nor the funding for such an undertaking. I have also come to the conclusion that said situation is unlikely to change anytime in the near future.

Without going into too much detail, it all comes down to this: I just feel like complaining about what I see everyday. No, I'm not planning to gripe about politics (frustrating), current events (depressing), the economy (frustrating AND depressing) or work (you can get fired for that). Instead, I'll take a look at all of those everyday situations that make you stop and say, "Is this really happening?"

It’s about the countless times my Achilles tendons have fallen victim to ruthless mothers who, it would seem, have misread the instructions for their baby strollers and have taken to using them to inflict blunt force trauma upon anything and anyone in their way. It’s about watching, horrified, as people seek to discover new, uncharted territories in the abyss of their nostrils while riding on the subway, shopping for linens or even having a conversation. It’s about people blasting their music on their cell phones – which, by the way, tend to come with free headphones - in enclosed spaces to the chagrin of, well, everyone who doesn't like Reggaeton.

These are all examples of what I refer to as "poor etiquette in everyday situations". My list of etiquette infractions has been piling up in the "Drafts" folder of my email account, so you can bet I'm looking forward to getting them out of my email and off of my chest. Enjoy!