Ashes to Ashes But Please No Smoke!

I could probably fill pages on why I hate smoking. Why I hate smokers, actually I hate most of them not all...well this is speaking of the ones who are still alive for me to hate them for it...

But seriously, I hate smokers who live in denial of what smoking does, I hate smokers who expect me to respect their choice of self-intoxicating themselves while they refuse to respect my choice of not sharing that dreadful end with them.
I hate social smokers who have to go outside on a balcony when it's -3 degrees to smoke while socializing with a snow blizzard.

I hate narguileh smokers who insist they are not smokers but just "blow" a bit...They refuse to say they are addicts yet somehow every outing with them has to involve a pipe with tobacco on one side and bubbling water on the other.

I hate how a perfectly breathtaking girl can suddenly lose all her charm just as she picks up the cigarette box and pulls one out...
I hate how smokers' breath smells...and I hate that I felt like I was kissing an ashtray when I did end up going out with a smoker ...

So for heaven's sake...if you really want to fulfill the "Dust to Dust and Ashes to Ashes" statement then by all means do that...but while I am around...No Smoke please!

So...now...YKWIH...well...part of it...Smoking ...to be continued !

Self esteem and such...

"You look very nice today", 5 words enough to screw up communication ! surprising ...no?

How? you must be wondering... simple...here is the recipe :

Take wishful thinking combined with a bloated sense of self confidence ,freshly inflated by your 5 words and thoroughly mixed and well shaken with a pinch of crushed ego to combine into the perfect "ice queen" cocktail...

While all you really intended to say was "you look very nice today" that fateful moment where you uttered these simple yet honest words of compliment becomes the key turning point after which the girl you said these words to starts to give you a whole new set of behavior which I assume is solely related to her thinking that your words meant something more...

Well, here is a newsflash for you...NO I am not saying those words because I am fishing for something further..I am saying them because I felt like it... Surprising isn't it?

Don't you just hate that sort of situation? You know what else I hate...people who confuse kindness for stupidity..who mistake goodness for weakness...who think just because you let them see one side of you they think they know you by heart.

My opinion...
If you cannot tell the truth...don't replace it with attitude ...
And if you cannot handle the truth don't ask for it...

A Great Night Out !

You are in a place that's no bigger than a doctor's waiting room, it's packed to the door, elbow to elbow, there is a wannabe DJ ditching any single track he can get his hands on as long as it's got bass, doesn't matter if there is no room to dance either way...There are so many smokers and so little ventilation that I feel like Frodo crossing to Mordor in Lord of the Rings...I have just repeated the same sentence for the 5th time with the girl on the bar chair next to me shouting "what?" with a look of despair on her face...I got my hand on an over-iced, under-saturated glass of Margarita and I am supposed to be shaking my head to "the beat of the rhythm of the night"...

now do I need to ask if YKWIH?
I hate people who will call me names like ...old...party-spoiler... Grinch...narrow-minded...and all the sweet little pet-names that they can dish out..simply because their underdeveloped adulthood is still struggling with their over prolonged puberty...

No, I am not interested...and don't call me up next time...and yes I am a grumpy smurf come to life...Deal with it...

Overhead Luggage Compartments

Have you ever been on something I like to call "The Flight from Hell" ?
You probably are already daunting the thought of it...and at the same time quite curious as to what I described as such.

The Flight from Hell is what I took recently on the way back from London. It's an airplane full of families coming home with kids under 10 years of age and with parents so ecstatic they are going home that they forgot that the plane is not their private jet and that the little creatures they brought with them are not cherubim angel.

If you tried to compare the noise level on that plane it would have matched one of the loudest clubbing venues in the world. An earphone headset with full volume could not cover the squeaks of the lovely pair of throats that were seated behind me.

I tried to keep my rational thoughts flowing..after all I do like kids (some) but..but... Do YKWIH?
I hate parents, impolite, careless, carefree, rude parents who no matter how many subtle hints you throw them that they need to keep control of their descendants.

If it had not been for the lovely flight attendant who managed with a smile to dissuade me from proceeding with my plan, I would have relocated all the little surround sound noise generators into the Overhead Luggage Compartments.

I am sure more than one of the passengers on that plane would have asked I would be decorated as a "going home" hero.

Read it...just read it

Yes ...it took me a couple of years to get so fedup again to a point where I had to burst out with another YKWIH ...in spite of all my time constraints which were in the first place what prevented me from writing...


so YKWIH? I hate people who do not read...I don't mean books...coz I am not big on books myself...except techy geeky work related stuff...No, what I mean is the plain obvious instructions that are posted in front of your eyes...
I mean people !! just read it...read the label, read the sign, read the freaking manual but just don't go all blank on me and the blur out a few syllables that sound something like "so...what do I do next?"
I'll tell you what to do..you'll NOT waste my time and invest yours in doing what you were supposed to be doing in the first place...

man..that felt good...now back to the old drawing board...

My first post

Well, I figured I owe you at least some explanation on why my blog is called the way it is.
I am a big fan of the sitcom BECKER with Ted Danson playing a doctor in a relatively poor neighborhood.
Dr Becker is known for his snappy remarks and his constant bitching over anything that is twisted, abnormal or just simply not right.

His opening line whenever he enters the local diner "Reggie's" is where I got my blog title
You know what I hate??? is usually followed by a satyre of society or at least some of its defects...

I guess that's it for now... I will leave with another quote form Becker:

"Becker: the world is full of idiots, and someone needs to point it out
to them or they will never know"