I never cease to be amazed at the places people will sit down and eat. I saw a man sitting on a bench at a NYC bus stop eating a full Chinese meal. I guess the stench of old urine adds greatly to the enjoyment of General Tso's Chicken. Eating on the subway is another disgusting habit. Nothing I enjoy more when riding the subway than to watch some slob shoving his souvlaki sandwich into his mouth while the juice runs down his chin onto his stained t-shirt. Maybe the best (worst) example of this is a guy who came into the men's room at work while I was washing up. He took his egg sandwich and coffee into one of the stalls and proceeded to eat his breakfast while getting rid of his dinner. I think we have a winner.
I am all for personal freedom. As long as it's lawful, people should be able to do what they want, no matter how stupid. Some activities, however, do give me pause. While driving my wife to work in upper Manhattan twice a week, our route takes us through Central Park. The park is a beautiful spot, but not before daybreak. I see young, unescorted women running on the dark roadways every time I drive through. Thankfully, most will come out unscathed, but every once in a while I read about some horrible attack and I think to myself, why? Of all the places in New York City, why would women, or men for that matter, run through a dark, tree-lined park. Might as well wear a t-shirt that says mug me, or rape me, or murder me. 
Facebook is a wonderful site. As a "social medium" it offers an easy way to keep in touch with family and friends. Picture sharing is great too. I do find some of the things people post annoying...no surprise there. For example, if I see one more adorable puppy with some sappy saying, I will puke. I also hate people pouring out their innermost feelings about their personal lives...how much they love their spouses, how brilliant their children are, or just how wonderful their lives are. Spare me. Finally, the rash of "inspirational" quotes that people who have nothing original to say feel compelled to share. If you well up when some dopey saying tugs on your heart strings, stitch it on a freaking pillow instead of plastering it all over Facebook.
This next one makes me sad as much as angry. Before every sporting professional activity they usually play the national anthem. We used to sing it in school, but it has become politically incorrect to display any sense of national pride or patriotism these days, so they stopped doing it. At the games, most people will stand, remove their hats, place their hands over their hearts, or show some sign of respect for our nation's flag. There are people who take no notice. They keep hollering and shoveling nachos into their pie holes as if nothing was going on. I feel as though too many people are taking America and its freedoms for granted. They need to spend six months in some third-world hell hole to remind them how lucky they really are.
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