Dwindling faith in civilization

Yesterday I went out to get the kid's picture taken with the Easter Bunny, who in the eyes of a 19-month-old is a terrifying giant stuffed animal cyborg who has become self-aware, Terminator style.

We went to the Pheasant Lane Mall in Nashua, NH, just over the border from Massachusetts and a haven for Massachusetts residents looking to save a dollar here and there courtesy of New Hampshire's absense of sales tax. So the mall was busy and the parking lot was a bit difficult to navigate. Within a matter of about 4 minutes I witnessed two separate situations that made me realize something:

We are doomed. Motherfucking doomed.

I couldn't help but laugh at both events. First, while leaving Target, there was another couple walking towards the door at the same time. There were two sets of doors separated by anti-theft sensors. My wife and kid and I went toward the door on the left, while the other couple went toward the right. As we approached the automatic door modern technology kicked in and opened the door for us. The other door, however, was not automatic - it was one of those old fashioned doors that had, you know, a bar on which you are supposed to place your hands or butt and exert a small amount of force for the door to open. Upon realizing that the door would not magically open for this woman, she stopped dead in her tracks and turned around to look at her husband with a disgusted look on her face. How dare this door just sit there and not clear the way for you, you self-entitled ass.

We continued into the parking lot to put some items in our car. The parking lot was very full, with quite a few cars circling like vultures looking for open spots close to the building. There was a fat woman sitting in a Saturn waiting for another car to leave - 3 or 4 people were already sitting in that car when we walked by and I had no idea how long they were there. The fat woman idled in the same space for a few minutes while other cars drove around her. Just before I got into the car (roughly 3-4 minutes after walking past the fat lady's Saturn), she LEANS on the horn, obviously to get the attention of the people whose spot she was waiting for.

Could have been that they were waiting for the last member of their party, or adversely maybe they were just intentionally being rude. Regardless, in the time the woman in the Saturn waited for that spot at least 5-10 other cars went around her and found parking spaces of their own. But, just like the woman who refused to open her own door, self-entitled ass just had to express her discontent upon the realization that the world does not rotate around her.

I hate to sound preachy so I'll just say this:

Motherfucking doomed.