So what's your excuse?

Life is hard. And somehow, some way, people get by a good portion of their lives without learning a damn thing. How do they do it?

I don't believe I've ever seen a full grown man revert to childhood in public, until today. Fedex/Kinko's will do that to you I guess. The man in question was a poodle haired baby dickhead in braided sandals, of about late 30/40-something, judging by the salt and pepper hair. He wanted to print out some pictures directly from his digital camera. In his hand he held a ripped out newspaper clipping of sorts, with some facacta instructions scribbled on it. He was a mess. When he reached the clerk at the register, he started wailing about how he wanted to print his pictures straight from the camera. The woman floating around to help customers had already told him while he was in line he would need to access the pictures from an email address.

"But I don't have an email address," he whined.

Upon reaching the register, the Fedex/Kinko's folks reiterated the same information to him. The line came to screeching halt and customers waiting and being rung up alike turned to look on as Mr. Archaic stupid-head cried about how this had become so complicated, how this had never been a problem "before." Before what? The internet boom? The bull-bear economy? The atom bomb?

How does a person go a lifetime in contemporary American society without having a functional email address? What's your malfunction sir? How do you communicate with others? Do you work? What in the hell do you do for a living, besides cry like a bitch and hold up the line at Kinko's?

What gets me is, signing up for an email address was not even on the menu for this guy. Here was his chance to become a part of the technological brigade, but he just had to insist on being difficult, whilst crying about the situation being unnecessarily complicated. He literally pouted and raised his voice to a shrill level in front of the cashier, and when the floater came around to check on his progress, or lack thereof, he went to her and rubbed his eyes like a sleepy baby while whimpering, "I don't know why this is so difficult, they don't want to print my pictures off the camera and I've done it that way before..."

The remedy is more ass kickings. That would teach him. How is he surviving in New York City? Just saying.